the longer anyone lives in a specific place, the more one gets settled in and familiarizedi am bits and pieces flustery here
mustering to move
I am attached to some stuff
collecting collected
purge purged regurgitating
fallaways
castaways
relocation efforts are a bit of a tedium
sorting out is
long sessions rooting through,
sneezing, sifting, boxing, hucking, drifting
mulling over items
I go through gads of things,
feeling textures, envisioning patterns
How full on am I willing to delve into this reincarnation limbo/puppet hospital ???????
can this become a useful handling doc?
giving anything the time and the energy it deserves
is meticulous work
choices choices
voices voices
hark!
in portions
my heart strings are being pulled tight
they loosen momentarily whenever I give something flight
f l a p p y
making space takes space
questioning space is good clutter mantra
putterfoot through sooty underbelly of household
mutter tut tut tote tantra?
spacing out here
