Pensieri di un lunatico minore

Canyon

Here I sit, in a canyon of boxes, wondering how in the world I’ve managed to accumulate so much stuff over the years, and yet amazed, in some unreal way, that there isn’t even more. Seriously, when do you have too many books? When do you have too many kitchen “things,” and when is enough, enough? Regardless, I’m trying to thin my life down; simplification is the rule of the day.