slow poison

My roommate Leif is quite the minimalist and I would like to emulate this. My mother is kind of hoarder and I'm curious to see how things pan out when they move to a smaller house this summer. I look around and see all this extraneous stuff that I would like to get to eventually, but haven't for years and perhaps never will. I have a slew of origami books that I never look through anymore, a heap of things that I need to file, and other shit that just needs to go, but I don't have the heart to throw away. It felt really good to leave a pile of skateboarding magazines at Out of Bounds, granted I went through all of them again page by page looking for things to make buttons with, but it was nice to feel like I didn't just trash em, that maybe they found a good home. It was cathartic to take my old computer, that I had for a decade, but haven't used for quite a few years out to the range and blast it with a shotgun. No one is getting anything off that hard drive. My sister had a fire that burned up alot of things and I wonder how she feels about it now, after having to move across the Atlantic and having to downsize tremendously.