Books and papers and taxes and bills and payments and those emails. What if I take that envelope with me? What do you release? What do you keep? Taxes for 7 years, right? Bank statements? Licenses? Utilities? Books are like music, but you have to keep that number low. Right? Right.
Today I am grateful for math, for the notion still yet to be a reality that everything has a place.
And for artwork by artists I love dearly. Robert Miller up top and Jaime Winton below.
100 is my book number.
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