GREATEST / STRANGEST DREAM EVER LAST NIGHT:
I was riding on a motorized bed that had been modded out with a steering wheel & big tires, traveling down a busy road in Detroit with two Velvet Underground members: a guitarist who looked nothing like Sterling Morrison & a drummer who was not Moe Tucker — it was Lurch from “The Addams Family.” Then Lurch had a heart attack & died, so I had to drive the bed to a funeral home.
I WAS NOT LOADED. PURE WHITE LIGHT / WHITE HEAT.
whitemaleheterosexual said: Andreas, when I last moved I realized that I have too much stuff. How do I go about sorting shit (clothes, books, record) out? Which stuff do I keep? Help me get this sorted out.
If you don’t use it once a week, you don’t need it. If you haven’t worn it in a month, donate it. Tablets have made the following things obsolete at best, optional at worst: books, records, Blu Rays, desktop computers, televisions, stereos, notebooks, magazines, typewriters, roughly 1000 more things I can’t think of.
Every little thing you own is one tiny stressor. Run with this concept as deep as you feel comfortable with.