Soul is Matter

Have you ever thought that objects have a Soul? I always have. Started with my dog Pluto (made by maman)... and then Pateau, a lazy dog bought at Fisher Price... I had the leash and all. Everybody knows dogs need to go out to pee... Then, there was the little playmobil girl called Petite Soeur and her sister Clémentine as well... I've always then felt sad for all the objects and things that serve us and that we forget about... us, human beings are so ungrateful. Bags for example, they carry our shit all day long and do we ever think of them? It must be so sad to be a bag... worse, imagine being a plastic bag... some montreal weak plastic bag, carrying the grocery of some clubsy man in an ice storm... getting riped in the middle by the high tech packaging of some cold meat, holding on to dear life while banging into street walkers, being naked in the snow as the savage opens the door and once in the warmth of some apartment, being raped and thrown in a smelly garbage can without a single chance to be recycled. Folks, that's rough... Maybe we should be more appreciative for Things, us, greedy human beings.