the longer anyone lives in a specific place, the more one gets settled in and familiarized
i am bits and pieces flustery here
mustering to move
I am attached to some stuff
purge purged regurgitating
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
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