Ailz introduced me to Swedish Death Cleaning. It's like last year's Marie Kondo thing but with overtones of The Seventh Seal. Pretty cool, eh? What you do is pretend you're already dead and you're one of your own heirs and you're looking over your forlorn possessions and thinking, "Why on earth did Grandpa hang onto that?"
I'm trying. It's hard.
I've continued to sort through photographs and other papers- and the piles of things to be chucked out or moved elsewhere continue to grow but in the end there's a certain randomness to the process. Also, after a while, I find myself suffering from dispassion fatigue.