Stuff it

Stuff. Everywhere, too much of it. Once in a while, some charity will call and helpfully pick up a few boxes of it off my front porch, but that hardly makes a dent. Yesterday I swept up enough cat hair to make a whole new cat. There's a pile of old computer hardware (most of which was obtained free from upgraders) by the front door awaiting safe disposal. There's stuff we have to keep awaiting re-attachment to the stuff it broke off. Stuff I may or may not make art with, stuff collected long ago that's lost meaning, equally old things that may or may not be valuable, stuff I have to keep because it was "gifted". It's relentless, this tide of stuff. Somehow I have to shuffle all the old stuff around to make room for the new stuff arriving this week.