April 25, 2010
Walking through the house again, there are more closets than I remembered. And as no one is living here at this time, it is spotless, with very little “stuff” cluttering the space and surfaces. It is as I prefer to live, and apparently Geoffrey as well. So why do we have so much stuff? Books, music, cooking stuff – I get why we have all that; and watches and yarn, as well. Why collect trinkets and flashlights, toys and amusements, candles, souvenirs and reminders? That stuff has to go somewhere or be donated away promptly or it must eternally occupy space.