Past Bedtime

Of course nobody stores stuff under the bed anymore. It used to be a permanent repository, items would disappear and childhoods would come and go before they would re emerge. We don’t do that anymore. In 2011 if you were to compile a list of domestic no go areas the chassis of your bed would be right up there with the inside of your septic tank. This once celebrated pastime is now part of an affliction known as clutter. We throw stuff out. Nobody threw anything out back then, it was all too hard to come by in the first place, no matter how superfluous it became it was morally unacceptable to throw away a perfectly good anything, regardless of uselessness. If we need to store something now the undercarriage of the bed is inevitably the last place to be suggested as a suitable location. You would hire a lockable unit miles away before you’d be seen on your hands and knees in your own bedroom (in the name of storage at any rate).

That’s where we’re at. You can ask how we got here and while you’re at it you might as well ask how society functioned before the baby wipe was devised. I do not know. Nobody does.