Tonight, before leaving, I’m going to spend time sorting through the pile of things I never had the patience to put in order.

And I will find that a little of my history is there.

All the letters, the notes, cuttings and receipts will take on their own life and have strange stories to tell me – about the past and about the future.
All the different things in the world, all the roads travelled, all the entrances and exits of my life.
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