To think, we can fill a mansion with the things that round out our lives, or reduce it all to a single suitcase and by turns be tied. I set aside a little piece of my material world for later, and left the rest sitting on a Clinton Hill curb, where it was swiftly scooped up and scuttled away by unseen hands, good riddance to good rubbish. Is this freedom then? The contents of our lives hefted along on weary shoulders? Or do we now just serve a different master – one not bound by time or convention, this one full of surprises of a wilder breed.

The title and artist of this one sum up my sentiments perfectly, and the pace is on par with my own over the past few days. See you in four months...