Something is the matter with me, I can’t seem to give things away. I have some sick attachment to the past. I have to have things marinate for a certain amount of time before something is deemed, trash. But, in practice, that time frame seems to be about 15 years. By that time why would I give it away, I’ve had it for 15 years. It’s a circular logic trap, for which the only cure seems to be a wife.