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Last updated 1998-09-21
Hollow's: Empty Containers
A stall on the long road. Jars and tins, bought and kept, nothing in any of them. Nothing will be put in them.
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Hollow's, on the long road, outside. A shelf of jars and tins, and nothing in any of them. That is the stock, and the point of it.
I buy empties and keep them empty. Browse as long as you like. Mind the shelf; it is level, and I would like it to stay that way.
On the shelf this week Each one was something's container once. Each one has been given a rest.
A jam jar, one pound Was full of jam for years and nobody said thank you. Rinsed. Resting. A tobacco tin, dented Carried in a pocket for years. Has been sat on. Does not want to talk about it. A pickle jar with the label half off Knows what it was. Would rather not be reminded. A biscuit tin with a picture of a cottage Everybody looked at the picture. Nobody looked inside. Now there is nothing to look at, which suits it. Two spice jars, a pair Sold together; they came in together and they would not be split. A cocoa tin, rusted at the rim The damp got to it. It was not the tin's fault. A paste jar, very small Brave for its size. Empty for its size. A mustard pot, no spoon The spoon went elsewhere. The pot does not blame the spoon. A tea caddy Was kept full by someone who meant well. Is having a quiet year. A button tin Bought from a lady who had counted every button. They are gone; the counting is not my business. A sweet jar, wide neck Children put their hands in it for years. It has asked for no more hands. A shoe-polish tin Smells faintly of what it did. That will pass. Prices on request. Nothing is sold full, and nothing comes back full.
What customers ask Is there anything in them? No. That is the stock. Will you fill one for me? No. I will sell you one, and you will do what you like, and I would ask you to think about it first. What do you want with the sardine tin? In my view it was an empty tin, and an empty tin is what it should go back to being. I am told there were sardines in it once. That is what tins are for, and then they are done. Isn't there a whole sea in it now? So the workshop says. I have not looked. I would rather not. Do you sell to the Slopwright? He does not buy from me. We want the same jars, and we want them for opposite reasons. He usually gets there first. Who else shops here? Mrs Ledger, now and then. We are both customers of things. That is all we have in common, and it is plenty.
Customers Name Message Mild Green Tourist Board Logo/3001 Welcome to the Area, Mr Hollow. A Reminder: the Stall must remain off the Meadow Path. Thank you for your Co-operation. Larder Collectors Society Larder/1004 The Society notes with interest the pickle jar (label half off). The Society would wish to know what was in it. The Society was told. a walkerthe long road bought a jar. it was empty. as advertised.
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