The ironic thing is that I am a clutter-bug, a collector of all things vintage and kitsch. I am very visual and I like to see pretty things artfully arranged everywhere. So the storage is mostly empty. Well that’s what I thought, until I realised something. They’re not.
In every wooden box, trunk, suitcase and chest is a dream or a hope or a wish. All of them are full, brimming with ideas and creativity. With hopes for the future, things I’d like to do, to be, to make.
Just stored away for when I can.
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And maybe one day I can unpack a box or two.
