and then

Handpan music and thoughtfulness. 

Sometimes my possessions feel like barnacles stuck on the ponderous sea mammal of my mind. 

I like looking at houses for sale online, when all the rooms are empty and there's just... space. It's appealing to me in a way I don't really understand. 

Maybe because stuff distracts me. I don't know. Peace is an empty room, except for a  mattress and a bunch of books. 

Then the other part of my brain knows it's not that big a deal; that what I don't like is feeling that I should be more organized, more spartan, utilitarian, and less distracted. 

Then I wonder what I would do otherwise? And I remind myself that there isn't a perfect time, or the perfect conditions, to do anything and to look for the things that bring you closer. 

Or something like that.