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downsizing was meant to become a tool for freedom and devotion yet it remained a passion unfulfilled crowded in cherished possessions they call me a hoarder although I prefer to be seen as a distinguished collector stylish hunter and gatherer connoisseur of trinkets pieces of bric-a-brac flea market bargains minute trivia irrelevant non-essentials claptrap follies and fribbles all of which found a place in my home which is basically a museum of memories engraved in my soul and dreams not yet abandoned coins and medallions mix with fluffy toys diecast models and tea cups brewing a storm of chaotic togetherness photographs and paintings by artists not quite enjoying the light of fame and success vinyl records draped in cotton shirts embroidered with love shining under delicate cones of light of one thousand and one Turkish lamps which are never discontent with carpets and kelims eager to soften a blow to the floor and my Ego just in case the ceilings cannot bear it any longer laughing Buddhas converse with an African Madonna blessed Virgins statuesque figurines and a loose fabrication of unrecognisable objects of desire which easily demonstrate the eclectic nature of my madness every once in a blue moon bearing in mind the rose-tinted glasses which accompany my myopia I firmly resolve to get rid of some of my treasures ponder on what to choose for that endeavour procrastinate on reasons and expected emotions linked to the possible loss similar to bereavement to come as a master of qualified delaying tactics I can easily stall temporise and delay action today however I have firmly resolved to diminish the scale of my beloved insanity I almost tossed away the key to my house the former intricately cast in iron and the latter surely to be minimalistic soon as a result and less adorned honestly subdued and debatably more manageable with myself not engaging so much in active addiction surely with no key I would be possessed with less belongings but closer to the immanent truth such honourable deed would prevent me from acquiring further augmentation of self-inflicted bewitching enchantment as a measure of self-preservation I decided not to discard the key and instead ask the locksmith to weld a backup for the lock just in case I ever lost my mind again 19 October 2024 I almost tossed it out contest Sponsor John Lawless