I've been doing the slow 'junk shuffle' for years now. Every time I move I place all my things in boxes and shift them to a new space "to be sorted out later". Sometimes when the mood takes me, I go to the piles of boxes and think I can manage a little throwing out and sorting.
I tend to find myself cowering in a corner crying over dusty photographs, reading old diaries, dreaming of past adventures and admiring my more creative moments...
rarely do the things make their way to the bin. They just switch to different piles, different boxes.
I tried really hard this recent time to place stuff into the actual rubbish bin, and realised one of the issues I have is to never lay eyes upon the object again, once gone, forever forgotten.
So I solved this by photographing it before its disposal.
Here are three items from this recent (microscopic) clean out.
A drawing I did in first year uni, a Latvian bus ticket and a headless Guatamalan dancing couple brooch.
A weight has really lifted....
[current mood] Fish of The Day with new friends & Latino Rhythms