Michael Rosenwald, un acumulador confeso, decide rehacer su vida, limpiar, donar algunas cosas y tiene una epifanía:
This didn’t feel as bad as I had thought it would. I kept telling myself, This stuff isn’t me. If it all disappeared in a fire, my body would not implode, my identity wouldn’t turn to ashes. I would emerge, walking out the front door with soot on my face, the same person I was before the flames, only without the stuff. The stuff was not me, the stuff was not me
Entiendo perfectamente. Hasta que tuve un momento Fight Club, fui una de esas personas (¿si? ¿uno puede curarse? ¿dejar de acumular?). La historia detrás de este link es para los que todavía viven entre las proverbiales pilas de cosas. Acumular no paga.
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