Packing
Well, I’m packing up over here for the big move to Austin next week, and I keep coming across all these materials and notes and sketches. It’s hard to know what to keep. Just now I found a small stack of scrap pages full of scribbled thoughts. Most of them seem to be about the balance between eternity and this present moment. It’s hard to throw things like that away. And so, I keep folding more boxes to hold more stuff.