Another day another cupboard

or rather - the black hole, the scary space, the spiders home. This cupboard, or rather hole in the ground was an unknown quantity. Not my rubbish, but as I started I had to finish.

Candles

Spiders

Tealights

spiders

webs

Reciepts

Bills

Photographs of ex girlfriends, and a life less encumbered.

Strange objects that have no description

light bulbs - eco and non eco

Spiders

this is getting boring.

Maybe tidying up and being more disciplined is boring.

Hadn't thought of that. I have always imagined that if everything was in order, and more minimal I would feel a sense of freedom, an escape from the prison of my own making.

That sounds a little melodramatic.

I will not get rid of my snow storms, or my 10 accordians, or my interesting discoveries.

John helped with the cupboard a bit later on, after I thrust a photo of an old girlfriend in front of him whilst he was on the phone to my mother.

The black hole is no longer, it is now a rather sad and empty (and rather lonely I think) space that is itching to be filled with something again.