I'm still packing and tossing stuff away for my upcoming move.
I've found another stash of greeting cards and love letters from my ex-wife. I didn't even remember having these.
I've tossed them away.
What's the point of keeping them? As proof that we loved each other? I know this, and no amount of old letters is going to change this.
Impermanence reigns supreme.
In other news, I've found my hearing aid!
Okay, the fact that it had been lost for years should clue you into the fact that I didn't use it even when I knew where it was.
I'm going to promptly forget about it again.


