i used to pick up things, specific things, random things. now i want to let things go, let go the accumulation of things. i'd like to gradually empty out my old studio apartment, except for certain things, and then sit in there and feel the space with just those things that for some reason i thought should remain. and that may just be a breathing space before i let those things go and leave.

i put down lost & found and now i'm reading homesick. 

a lot of my old artwork is in an old friend's place i don't talk to anymore. he was always a hater but he bought my stuff. that was a devil's bargain i guess. i guess we have to also let things go that we make and can't control.