"Close it up and keep it closed!"

I have been thinking about shedding stuff - like books and records and cds. I owe too many things. It's getting on my nerves, kind of. On the other side: I do love a lot of my stuff. Contradictory, I know. But I took one first very little step today by writing down a list of books I could not do without. About 80-something... Still a fuckin' lot. More than I could carry under one arm, which is the nice picture and idea I have in my head: being able to gather all my belongings and be able to run off. Utopia!
Well. The trip to Canada and the fact that I won't keep this appartment while I'm there might force me into getting rid of some of my things. I could sell them maybe, and make some money too. I wish I would not have to store more than a handful of boxes at my father's. Even though he always tells me that this wouldn't be a problem at all. I think I would feel a bit freer without all this. I knew a guy who gave away all he had to friend etc. He only keept a few clothes, a matress, a laptop and a floor lamp. He was sharing his appartement with a guy though who owned what you own at a certain age.. Made it easier for him I guess. I always thought he was kind of a poseur, but I could also see the beauty in his empty room. Oh, he owned a painting too, and some photographs. But still. I'd need books. And notebooks! Stuff to write and draw... I will probably just keep everything - I know myself...