Two things that have nowhere else to go.

The first is my belt, which I've had for about 4 years now and have worn pretty frequently. There are two extra holes that I punched myself. I realise that over the past four years my waist has oscillated between all five holes framed in this photograph.

The second photo is two objects, a rock and a candle, both which I collected for artworks but never ended up using. After a week of hot days on my window sill, the rock melted into the candle.

Lastly, recently I noticed that some graffiti on my bedroom lamp (which I found on the street two years ago) is actually a picture of a dick.