Bubbles
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The books i’ve never even considered reading. The guitars i’ve barely touched these past few years. The vintage computers i’ve never restored. The fountain pens i’ve hoarded by the drawerful. If i don’t need these things, then why is it so hard to get rid of them? They aren’t useful, they aren’t that pretty, they aren’t even particularly valuable. But they represent a version of myself that could still happen that never came to be and will never come to be.Each and every object was a promise...

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