more stuff

my decennial purge is mostly complete --- perhaps 10 cubic feet of stuff out of the house, half of it paper, and most of it entirely worthless, even to me --- there were a few things, however, of which i wish i had taken better care --- the entire exercise has enhanced my understanding of why people feel compelled to write memoirs

Once I had mountains in the palm of my hand
And rivers that ran through every day
I must have been mad
I never knew what I had
Until I threw it all away