500 years from now, an archaeologist accidentally stumbles on the ruins of your home, long-buried underground. What will she learn about early 21st century humans by going through (what remains of) your stuff?
I have never pondered on what an archaeologist would think and discover about my ruins. I have always connected my future with my children. When I look around my house right now, the future would think, now there lived an empty soul. Someone who obviously never made anything of themselves. The main thing I see in the remains are pieces of nasty, old and shredded boxes.
With moving my home is what I would call cluttered. Nothing is in its place. I now have a path to walk through. The one who discovers my personal remains will have to think outside the box(es) so to speak and see if anything is recognizable inside these worn concoctions.
One thing they would notice is I may have been a homeless creature in their eyes, but they will know that I lived among many good scents. There will be pleasant odors drifting into their nostrils of vanilla, musk, and other various flavors. They will stop for a moment and suck in the heavenly air and it will make them wish they knew who that person was.
They will find remnants of old wood, and odd-looking drawer pulls, maybe some strange claw feet attached to legs of tables. They will begin to notice that something is not quite as they thought, as they see the remains of the two melted and ash covered televisions.
They will scratch their heads and rub their chins pondering on whether to think new ideas about this person being homeless. Maybe they will think I had a fetish with paper boxes!
They will see rotten vegetables in a white, tall box. Taking the lid off of the plastic white jug they will get a whiff of curdled milk. They will take a sit-down break and try to figure out what that white box did. They will see zero, built-in compartments, divided by glass windows with buttons on each section. All they do is push the selection and the powder-coated pill named, vegetable or meat, and maybe dessert will slide down the wide mouth at the bottom.
They will see old pieces of colored glass from my dishes and glasses. They will try to piece them together to see what form they take. In 500 years from now they will not use washable plates, glasses and silverware. All of these will be replaced by plastic that comes served with their choice of buttons they selected, and then they will throw them away.
In one of the rooms they will discover a rectangle object. It will have a wooden headboard. Feather-stuffed pillows, and blankets and large pieces of cotton will remain. They have seen these items in history books. They recognize them as beds. In their time frame they have learned how to live forever. They take a pill and require no sleep. They are much more active than our time and have too much to do to waste time on a thing called rest.
Walking through another room they will discover a bunch of wires. These wires are connected to a main box which has some kind of screen. Rubbing the dirt off they notice that there is nothing but darkness.
They push the big silver button and the machine makes some noise and seems to come alive. They see a beautiful butterfly that takes up the entire screen. They make the little gadget move on the smooth board and it makes magic.
They start clicking on different icons and discover this was not a homeless person at all. In fact, they learn that it was a female that lived here. They pulled up their folding chairs and sat down and clicked everything open.
They had tears in their eyes and wished they had lived 500 years earlier so they could meet this girl in person. They read about how this woman was getting ready to move because she was hurting from losing a dear brother she loved so much. They discovered two books this lady had written and that she enjoyed writing poetry.
They looked through each photo and saw the wonderful friends and family she had throughout her life. They learned of how deep she felt about her children; but couldn’t figure out how she got by the law of having more than one child. She must have been a very smart person they agreed upon.
As they picked out what they thought was worthy of taking back with them, they smiled at each other, knowing without a doubt, this was one, strong woman. They both said out loud at the same time, too bad she had to leave, I bet she had much more to accomplish.