My age is now dictating how much stuff I have in my life.
I can’t believe how hard it is to release the death grip I have on found objects.
When something that I have listed sells, I see the past racing through my mind. I can remember who was there, what we were doing and why we were doing it.
Parting with stuff is a double-edged emotion and I’m often so melancholy that I ponder putting it back where it belongs.
Funny how inanimate objects have that effect on me.