So many containers,

I don't know how I got here, but I'm trapped under the weight of these containers. Some of them are empty, some are full. Full of what? I don't know. I don't think I want to know. Some of them are glass, those are the prettiest, but also the heaviest. The plastic ones are all scratched up and not very pretty at all. There are old ceramic containers all shattered in the corner, with only a memory of what they once contained emanating from the pile of old, broken pieces.