01 September, 2006. Tagged as Writing
On this, the second day of Spring, I did a bit of spring cleaning. My room is fit to sleep in again. I spent two hours separating the grain from the chaff, and at the end of it I’d disposed of half my room’s contents — most of it old books and handouts from high school.
And I thought about this for a time, and it worried me that the work of six years amounted to half a wheelie bin and two hours of cleaning time. And I wondered, how many wheelie bins and hours of cleaning would a life amount to?