Imagine, if you will, a nearly empty room. A single light, with a box on the floor for a chair. A desk spare of any contents, and a lone keyboard and mouse. That is me, writing to you right now. I have, literally, nothing left here. I have thrown away even more stuff, it’s amazing.
I have one table left, cluttered with crap. Papers, pay stubs, books, signs, headphones, blank CD’s, and the scriptures I got from my grandparents when I was 8. Dated March 10, 1991. Weird.
I just need to find a box to cram all this junk into, and I’m almost not ready to go.
Only thing left is everything.