Mind doodle. Guildford bus station

There is a poster on the wall next to me urging me to consider the plight of the workers in the textile industry, they are paid very little and are expected to work long hours just to make cheap clothes. The irony is I'm right outside one of the biggest retailers of cheap clothing in the U.K. I watch the passengers climb on board the bus with their bags of 'stuff' and wonder how much of it they realy need? what purpose does this accumulation of stuff serve? Surely we must have reached 'peak stuff' now. Or are we destined to drown in our own junk?