A Collector or Hoarder?
The Slippery Slope of a Consumer
I don’t know if the universe is telling me I have accrued too many things and it’s time to shed some of my consumerist load, or my advancing age — the only alternative to which is death — is playing with my memory and where I’ve put my shit. Whichever it is, and I don’t discount the possibility of both, I am frequently misplacing the odd book or cd. There have been…