Friday, June 14, 2002

Rummaging through and sorting the "treasures" of other people seems like the same sort of pointless labor as picking oakum. I still like Eva's practice of limiting herself to a finite number of possessions of any kind, including books and clothes, acquiring something new only when something old goes on the discard heap. All the "stuff" that clutters up a life, treated as though someday it'll go to Sotheby's and have an entire auction catalogue devoted to it. Even people who die and really do have their stuffola dispersed that way are ruthless in deaccessioning the mediocre and unnecessary.


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