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The opposite of decluttering. I’ve gotten watercolors painted by the departed, photographs of the people they cared about and had hung above the bed, a well-used typewriter from a mom-and-pop repair shop that no longer exists, and 19 sheep—all sold together—of various materials and so many other things.
It’s like a museum of strangers and cities passed and I like to think they know I cherish their memories and hold their lived dear.
May 29, 2024
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There’s something so cool about walking through someone’s former home and navigating their possessions. You get a feel for who they were and what they valued, and a sneak peek into their own personal treasure trove.
Someone’s last remaining items can have an entirely new life, and the world can have one less item in the landfill.
It’s like forming your very own chosen family of heirlooms and cherished valuables!
Jan 6, 2025
i love stuff perhaps a little too much and it’s impossible for me to pick a single trinket but in general i think the stuff that i own that’s the most important to me at this point is stuff i’ve gotten secondhand at estate sales vs just bought new. assigning a personal history to something older than myself, keeping things that meant something to someone else meaningful for a little while longer.
started going estate sale-ing summer after i finished college with a great friend i made at school, which feels like the start of becoming the me i am now and collecting stuff that i really intentionally wanna try and keep for the rest of my life. pictured below is a grail from my first ever estate sale: a yearbook from my school 100 years before my graduation.
it’s the first thing you see when you walk into my apartment, the first place i lived in alone long-term - kinda wanna keep it by every entryway as i move apartments.
Mar 26, 2024
like why did they have THESE specific things... whats your story, did you love it, i need to know, it just feels so personal to go through someone's home
Feb 17, 2024
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No screen Sundays. If I want to listen to music its CDs or radio. If I want to watch a movie, no I don’t. If I want to see a friend, I will make plans with them on Friday or Saturday to meet up. As a result, I read more, write more, and sit with questions like “did Citizen Kane‘s 50 year winning streak in the Sight and Sound critics choice survey end in 2012 or 2022? When did Stephen Merritt come out? Whats the etymology of Whitsun?“
This is something that I have practiced off and on for many years but I’ve been doing it every week since December and I love the way that it just allows me one day of true freedom and rest.
Jan 22, 2025
Mar 3, 2025
My calendar this year has 52 of these week at a glance pages but I don’t think that way. So, I've been inspired by Ross Gay’s Book of Delighs to start recording the little moments and sensations that bring me joy throughout the day. An analog pi.fyi, if you will.
heres some of what I have so far:
- Waking up to the sound of my upstairs neighbor‘s footstep. It sounded nostalgic. Felt like company.
- Strawberry jam
- feeling tender for strangers: their lips, nail colors, their small wrists. Thinking of all the lives we hold gently.
- A young girl bought an LP at the bookstore just before I left. She stroked its cover with love
- Green tiles —the mint shade always makes me think of Jancie
- Charlie’s little bop and punch dancing to some German language punk
- lunch with Katherine, curry Brussels sprouts
- small talk at the photo studio. The photographer's brother was named after their dad, stole his identity, bought jet skis.
Jan 13, 2025