-Jackson, Wy

there arrived here yesterday, at my temporary mountain aerie/editing studio, two dear friends from Mississippi days, Eli and Matt, along with my long-suffering Honda, and the remains of the life i’d lived there.

Plastic bins, full of small items, whose individual value is limited, and any one of which I’d not mind having it gone forever, yet of sufficient worth i’m somewhat proscribing myself from just tossing the shit out, to whit:

-Fistful of sharpies, black and green

-half used bindle of blank CDs

-half empty box of colored sleeves for same

-tempurpedic pillow I never really used

-overpriced brown embossed hipster belt with double D-ring clasps bought on Haight to carry my radio @ Burning Man, worn out to uselessness from overloading with tools

-telescoping Ikea lamps, blue and green

-blank clipboard

You get the picture. That it was all carefully, loveingly hauled from Pearlington to New Orleans to me here in Jackson, where I’ll ignore it till hauling it to Salt Lake for storage, thence to Oakland till at least this fall….there should be an Ebay for this kind of thing, the sort of stuff of too great a value to just throw in the garbage, but too random and used to pass muster at the goodwill shops.

instead, it’ll just drag around my heals, a reminder of how little we all truly need, and the tax we pay for forgetting that