Stuff

I was recently evicted from a warehouse/home in the industrial sector. My untimely dislocation was the result of of a growing need for industrial space to be used for the propagation and dissemination of marijuana. Faced with the possibility of homelessness i have been under an unusual amount of stress. I have fortunately been offered a room in a home in a gated community on the outskirts of boulder county. Unfortunately it is a room in a home in a gated community.
I am grateful for my new home, I however have come to the realization that I must get rid of everything. I have been living in a fantasy world... I have amassed a collection of objects, art, tools, clothes, musical instruments, creative materials, and media that I really have no place for in whatever it is that I am moving into. If I could just walk away and never look back... I would.
The fact that I am in contact with these collections, that I am forced to sever my physical connection with that which has become my historical connection to reality has rendered me all but completely paralyzed. People get rid of shit all the time. It's just stuff. What, I wonder, should I do with a Barbeque bicycle, or a bicycycle powered television or a flock of mechanical seagulls, or boxes of ceramic sculptures that took me months to create? Not to mention the photos, the books , my extended memory, my breadcrumb trail.
I know I need to let it all go. To be free. And I could just walk away, like Ive walked away from so many other things. It is really helping me to realize how many life "projects" I just never really dealt with.
I'm not pulling up the anchor.... I'm severing the chain...
I hope I don't float away.