This kind of shit crept up on me.
I'm gonna give you my armchair psychology
point of view and say its in the same department
as obseive compulsive disorder.
I've been involuntary coast'n towards
that 'minimalist' attitude in relation to personal
belongings & life in general,
to the point were I'd reskecthed, say,
my worthy but crudely imagined outlines
from the last 10 years onto fresh A4
sheets of paper, & then shifted through them again
only to find myself thrash'n half again.
Now find'n I want to thrash them all??
Start Afresh??
Same with my music collection??
iTunes has been reduced to nothing but full
albums & nostalgic tape mixes from back in the
day.
I hauled a box fulla first love girlfriend shit
(Pictures, poems, all that shit) around
with me for years before, thens, last xmas
I just snapedthefuckoutofit!
& kept just 1 nice pic.
I'm due to move soon, & besides
bring'n my Apple g5, (only cause the cunts
aint released that g5 power book yet)
All's I'm bring'n are a few BMX trophies.
(to remind me of the man I used 2 be)
The rest, as they say, is history.