F you Flu

While I've actually completed the monumental task of moving, I haven't even really started the task of "moving in". While being sick hasn't helped, my lack of unpacking probably has a lot more to do with my enormous propensity for sloth. My continuing life in a cardboard box filled apartment reminded me of an exhibit I saw during a recent visit to the Museum of Modern Art.

There was this exhibit where an artist displayed the complete contents of his mother's tiny house. The exhibit was called Waste Not and it was crazy.

The mother kept everything and it was all neatly organized and laid out on the floor around the frame of the house.

Old balled-up little pieces of soap, a lifetime plastic bottle collection; she kept everything.

Here's my version. I've never looked at my belongings with more loathing then after I hauled it up three flights of stairs and stacked it in my new living room. I really wanted to set fire to everything.