The Vast Conundrum

Having had to abruptly move many times in the past, I’d gotten used to the idea of stuffing everything into boxes and dragging it to the next place temporarily called “home”. It’s kind of sad that eight years on, I still have things in boxes, and I’ve never yet gotten to the bottom of sorting out even the stuff that was unpacked.

Out of a desire not to haul my junk around yet again, and out of the obvious necessity of having less space if I move to the city as I’d like to, I am attempting to use what time I have left here to reduce The Permanent Collection by at least half. I still have some clothes from the 80’s that I couldn’t fit into if I wanted to, and I’m still finding books about obsolete technology. These things though fairly well purged in past, still turn up with surprising frequency.

My dread however, is saved for what’s behind the under-staircase door. Untouched since 1997, I’m not sure what’s in there, or how much of it there is. Have fear for me.

No, that’s not a word. It ought to be though.

interlockicity (n) The state of being in interlocking conundums.