man, there’s something about material culture that really just…gets to me sometimes, y’know? especially the small stuff. not that i don’t think the statues and buildings and whatnot aren’t great, but something about the everyday objects fills me with a fondness i can’t describe. like i’ll look at a bracelet and think, this might’ve been someone’s favorite piece of jewelry. maybe this little animal figurine was a child’s beloved toy. someone devoted this votive statuette to a god in thanks for curing their spouse’s illness.
they’re objects that, in the eyes of the people that made them, might not have been all that special. but they’re also some of the most human objects, and that makes them all the more valuable.