Anyway, back to sorting and packing. When I’m in the studio I say, “I need this. I need that.” But, when I get to the house I say, “I don’t need to bring this or that.” The space constraints are eating at me. But you know, thinking about what happened to people in New Orleans, I cannot, repeat, CANNOT, be so attached to material things that I should desire to keep them forever as if their value is somehow tied up in who I am. It’s not easy in some cases because I have things from my childhood and things I’ve collected over the years that mean a lot to me. Memories. These objects are like memory devices that remind me of important events and people. Time to look to the future though.