blackrimglasses

We are in the midsts of packing, and with that comes the strong desire to purge all belongings and start fresh. How does one accumulate so much shit in such a short amount of time? That I do not know. As I walk through our apartment, I see at every turn things that need to just go. I don’t know nor care where they go, they just don’t belong here. I think: when did I last need this thing? Why is it here? Where did it come from?

More often than not the answer to all of those questions is: who knows. Who knows indeed.

If there is one thing I would like more than anything right now is to pack the things we need in one place, and throw away the things we don’t. I’m on a minimalism kick anyhow, much contrary to my usual hording instinct. I no longer need to have parts sufficient for five computers laying around. I no longer care to have more than two computers (or three maybe). I no longer care to keep all the jewel cases to CD’s once I rip them.

I no longer care.

Does that make me a nihilist? Or a minimalist? Or maybe a minimalistic nihilist?