I'm aware that this problem will not exist in the villages of Laos or the favelas, barrios, and shanty towns around the world. We hang on to things when we can, because we can. When we can't anymore, the stuff has to go. Make room for new stuff. DEFAULT SETTING FOR MANY HUMANS: "Why clean up old messes when I can be creating new ones?" I'm moving into a new self-definition. The stuff will have to go, including the boxes of old vinyl records. When? How? No idea yet.If you ever have a thought to share on the matter for us youngsters, I'd love to hear it.
If you have walls and a roof, pretty soon you'll have stuff too. It will fill every corner. You don't need the stuff anymore. You may have never needed it, but it spoke to you. It spoke to a memory of childhood or of futurehood. It spoke to who you were or who you want to be. Now it owns you.