Caveat: Tree #24

I’m not doing very well with posting interesting stuff.

I’m spending a lot of time with the moldy boxes my “studio” prepared to greet my return to Alaska. Sigh. I have a lot of “stuff” that’s hard to define. I’m stupid. I don’t get rid of stuff well. I attach little nostalgic memories to everything, reviewing these possessions later queues up those otherwise lost memories. I like that. It’s helps me maintain the narrative of my life. It can be any kind of possession – old t-shirts, knick knacks, notebooks on classes, from high school 10th grade geography to an undergrad class on astrophysics to a graduate seminar on 19th century Argentine literature. All sigh.

Here is a tree.


[daily log: walking, 2km]