Everyone has, in their apartment or home, a place that becomes a waiting room for the objects we don’t know what to do with. Receipts, items to donate, old somewhat important papers, or things that need recycling. What all these objects have in common is they require a little extra thought or action to deal with. More than our breakneck, productivity-bent lives can handle.
Gotta take the plastic bags to Target for recycling. The mail needs to go out at the post office. Those receipts, well I need to decide if I even need them.
It turns out, waiting rooms pop up all over our lives. Usually when we don’t know what to do with something quite yet. At the doctors office it’s people, at retailers it’s the clearance section, in offices it’s the supply closet. In the Matrix, it was Neo.
Waiting rooms don’t have to be banished or regretted