space

I have this tremendous urge to rid myself of things, to make my space spare and empty. Of course it is easy enough to see this from a psycho-analytical perspective. But where do I start? Is it now, listening to Beethoven String Quartets?

I was intending to go to PA today to see C. but I am feeling quite inadequate for a long drive. So I will stay home. I stayed home last night too, although I was invited to a party. It was raining so ferociously that I opted to listen to the whoosh of the storm from the familiar confines of my apartment.