Striking a personal note I've started clearing more "stuff" (with its grab-anything catchment, this is a deplorably over-used word, but here it meets my needs exactly) out of my room. I have just spent several hours photographing, cataloging, and posting it all on *bay. This is a depressing and (probably) futile task. If I don't want it, its hard to see why on earth anyone else might. It's hard to price the "stuff" because from many perspectives it is all CRAP. I'm desperately trying to find Niche-Heads who have an immense passion/addiction-to Mecanno or W*ndoS-95 Ethernet Cards.
But like a great many things I've tried to salvage something worthwhile from one of the many mini car-crashes in my little life. I've come to a strong conclusion about "stuff" I really HATE it. In a peculiar fashion it makes me envy the Poor (that is those severely lacking "stuff") if only because it allows them to be so much freer than I am. With "stuff"comes responsibility and dull labour. I appreciate this isn't too cool: There ain't nothing fun, or funny, about poverty. But I still wish I had been more sensible and not accumulated so much more "stuff" that makes me miserable and takes up more space on this rapidly shrinking Junk-dump we call: "The World".
But now I've had this chat witcha' and so we're friends now, could I just ask: Would you like to buy any pegs?
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