(Originally written in 2012, edited today.)
It’s in every home, apartment and even in garages—the fridge. For some, the fridge and in particular the fridge door, is transformed into the family bulletin board with: doctor’s reminders; kids’ arts and crafts; report cards of a “job well done!” and photos. However for me, the fridge door has had a different purpose: A cemetery of an imperfect past and an altar to perfect illusions.