I feel there is a terrible sadness in the world at present as so many things that were of import in the past are now obsolete and rendered valueless. I am surrounded in my living and working space with little "treasures" that are from past eras. They are not used but they give me pleasure and they keep me anchored in my past. I have reinterpreted these items as memory vessels for myself and my family. They are not even highly valuable items in terms of monetary price but as memory vessels they hold indefinable value. A part of my life is an active programme of decluttering but these "treasures" defy the mandate to reduce and remove unnecessary items from your living spaces. My minimalism will always hold room for these acts of denial of obsolescence.
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