All gone: my boxes were picked up by the removalists today. Although it may look like a lot to take with me to the Land of Hope and Glory, they contain virtually all of my worldly possessions. To think that, once one substracts all the intangibles of love, friendship, and family, my whole life to date can be packed up and shipped off so easily is a little humbling. But then, considering our own physical impermanence, why should I accumulate crap anyway? So that my retinue and chattels can share the tomb or the pyre with me when the time comes? What nonsense.
And on that note, back to work.