really want to hold on to things, old documents, strange notes to myself about the urgency of projects long finished. Paper with information, the kind that has already been turned into knowledge. Many times. Not today. Today was an attempt to somehow make the apartment forget a little more. Bags of old brochures and papers and things went to the room of "no return". They will probably soon come back as the paper that hits the door early in the morning...
maybe?
do all rooms have this kind of memory?...