desperate in bucktown, i ended up putting most of my things in the alley. an hour later i looked and they were gone. i put some books and art in storage and flew to athens. when i came back six months later those things too were gone. things accumulate, we accumulate things, and emotions, and, love help us, we have to clear, and next time we say, we'll know what matters, we'll live simply, with less inertia and less attachment from now on.