november, i.

Show’s over, folks. And didn’t October do
A bang-up job? Crisp breezes, full-throated cries
Of migrating geese, low-floating coral moon.*

When summer ended, I decided I would dedicate the rest of the year to letting go. As minimalist as I am, I still managed to collect a full apartment of things. Clothes I don’t wear, books I will never read, and ticket stubs that serve no purpose, people who no longer made me feel comfortable. For someone who lives alone, I own way too many cups and mugs. And of course, how many do you think I use every day? Just the one, that same one, every day. I became aware of the excess of things I own when I stopped traveling even with a carry-on (which was replaced by a simple backpack.) So, today first things, and perhaps the hardest: I parted with around two hundred of my books. Learning not to be afraid.

Mimochodem, pokud máte doma knihy, kterých se chcete zbavit, ale ne vyhodit (!!), tak doporučuji Přijedou si pro ně (mimo Prahu kurýrem), prodají vám je a ještě se podělí o 50%.