They lie there dead on shelves. Expiry dates written on them. They are always at the bottom or the crimp where you won’t notice.
“Use within 24 months” it said on the bottle of hair conditioner. The two years had passed a year ago. I was still using it after my shampoo. Today, for some reason, I decided to look at the fine print as my hair dripped wet down my waist. This product had lived its life but it was still giving my tresses the soft caresses they so needed.
Products are fortunate that they know when they will die. They can prepare their own funerals as they turn yellow or smelly or watery or however it is that these things breathe their last.
I find the idea of medicines with expiry dates rather ominous. Medicines that are supposed to heal also give up?
What if these lotions and potions continue to work just as well after they are dead?
Will I have to say that I have a ghost roaming in my hair as the the scent of pine runs through them?
Shall I blame the strands that fall off on this spectre? Why would it wish such vengeance upon me when I have resuscitated it?
And then I think: did it want to live beyond its time? I throw the bottle away.
Nothing dies until you kill its memory.