Another week, another my mid-life project entry.
I. Body
When I was a kid, I wondered for a while about life lines in your hand. I had heard about it, and being young, I considered the validity of it: can the lines in your hand tell you something about your future life? And if yes, what do mine say?
Obviously that’s nonsense, when I see the ines in my hand I still think about it.
II. Objects
When my dad died last year, my mum cleared his clothes. She didn’t want to keep any because it reminded her of him and she had no use for them. So she game me tons of them (weirdly, we were of a similar size after a whole life being very different). So I inherited many coats and jackets (I nirmally only had one or two), jumpers, trousers, etc. I never had formal clothes after I turned 21 (I wore suits in high school but that’s a story for another day).
Strangely for someone that doesn’t care at all about clothes and only wears t-shirts, I now have a lot of them.
In a wirdweird way, I like those clothes. They’re better than what I had before (because I spend as little as I can on clothes, buying stuff only once every 10 years or so), and they remind me of my dad.
III. Places
If there is a place that shows a life it’s my office desk. It’s covered in raspberry pi corpses, devices of all kinds, lots of keyboards. All accumulated over the years.
It’s a mess, and lots of people told me in the past that a clear mind requires a clean desk. To me that’s utter nonsense that isn’t based on science or reality. To me, that mess is ordered: I have a spacial memory and I know exactly what’s there, where it is, in what strata. That works perfectly well for me.
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