In one of these boxes could be an item or two I collected from Black Friday events. I remember one childhood year being woken up at the painful hours of maybe 6am to visit a supermarket to collect something or another. The exact object isn’t in my memory, but I remember receiving an object. I could have donated this object already because for me I always associated Black Friday sales with discomforting events like that.
Part of the challenge of writing fiction outside of one’s comfort zone is that there are areas that I can’t easily verify. One of the two main characters of “The Story,” Trishna, uses a wheelchair. I don’t yet have anyone I can ask to make sure my brainstorming ideas aren’t problematic, but for something like naming a wheelchair, it seems like some people don’t and some people do, so something like that shouldn’t be problematic.
Spoilers?: Minor [name of wheelchair]
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There’s a quote from RoboCop that might have fueled my hoarding tendencies: “I’d buy that for a dollar!” It’s easy to consider purchasing an item for an insubstantial price, or acquiring it for free from, say, a free bin. What happens to those items once they ended up in my possession? Until I started writing my Moving Zeal essays, and until admittedly… recent weeks, I had a complicated relationship with items; they were mainly neglected.
My biggest source of clutter was all of the half-finished projects I never completed. I’ve learned to complete projects with this website, where I come up with an idea and publish an essay daily, but I’ve only just learned during this downsizing-move to finish or trash projects. Supergluing bolts onto a toy car was just a fun project, except, I never did the final steps to finish the project and display it properly. No more!