Sep 3, 2018 · 1 min read
Don’t I just know that one!?
Unfortunately, my own clutter consists of music, books, magazines, movies and things that glow and flash in the dark … experiences preserved in Time for posterity rather than things as such … and every time I want to run, screaming, away from it all and start a new life somewhere else, someone says “Ooh, no, you can’t break up your collection! Nobody else has one like it and where will we go for those experiences if you get rid of it? We wouldn’t even know what to start looking for, never mind where to find them!”
<sigh>
I’m the curator of everyone else’s deranged psyches.
