“Things I have loved I’m allowed to keep” Regina Spektor, The Flowers
When does a stash become a hoard? Is it things we love, or just things we’ve accumulated?
In 2022 I began a journey to understand my brain. Especially the part that keeps things which don’t need keeping. That falls into chaos, has tidy blindness, can’t focus or process. The jigsaw with the lost pieces. And pieces from another jigsaw. And bits that are actually Jenga.
Alison Clawley 