I have reached the point in my life's journey that I realize that some of what I have experienced should not be preserved. Accordingly, tonight, I shredded much of the evidence of my relationships since my second marriage ended over a decade ago.
The photo above captures what a shredded photograph can turn out like -- a cityscape if you will, something a bit lovely like San Francisco or maybe the fleeting memory of an ex-girlfriend.
Unlike those marginal records, my published writings, my personal journals, my family photos, and so forth, have been preserved, for now.
But the purges will continue. This flat is far too messy and crowded and I want to transform it into a clean, livable space.
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