disposing of stuff

The attic, bathed in a gentle light filtering through a small window, is cluttered with a multitude of boxes, each likely containing memories and relics of years gone by. An old wooden chair sits amidst a sea of boxes, papers, and photographs that seem to spill out of their containers. The scene evokes a strong sense of nostalgia and the passage of time, as the attic holds onto fragments of the past that have been stored away, perhaps forgotten but preserved in this dusty upper chamber of the house.

2024 Grateful 8: Döstädning

I came to Hungary with two suitcases and two pictures. What happened? How did I accumulate so much stuff? Where did it all come from?

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