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Ten years ago when I got divorced, I owned 6,000 books, a riding mower, a house on an acre and enough other stuff to supply a Syrian family for a  year. Now I live in a three room shotgun apartment. A year ago I embarked on a minimalist frenzy. Out went the LPs, the vintage stereo equipment and radios, the remaining books (a Kindle is a minimalist's best friend), most of the furniture (no one visits here), boxes of magazines, all the clothes not worn in the past year, all of my gadgets and, best of all, my wretched teaching job. I wanted to pare my life down to the essentials and see what remained. Now I live on practically nothing with practically nothing. I give my occupation (when asked) as Poet. That gets wonderfully baffled looks. I am eccentric to the extreme and love it. The cat and I, an old anarchist and mute feline, make the perfect minimalist family living out the dregs of an obscure, minimal life. We are what we are, free from the tyranny of things, content to quietly careen into whatever bit of future remains to us enjoying the minutes, ignoring the years.    ~mce
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
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Ten years ago when I got divorced, I owned 6,000 books, a riding mower, a house on an acre and enough other stuff to supply a Syrian family for a  year. Now I live in a three room shotgun apartment. A year ago I embarked on a minimalist frenzy. Out went the LPs, the vintage stereo equipment and radios, the remaining books (a Kindle is a minimalist's best friend), most of the furniture (no one visits here), boxes of magazines, all the clothes not worn in the past year, all of my gadgets and, best of all, my wretched teaching job. I wanted to pare my life down to the essentials and see what remained. Now I live on practically nothing with practically nothing. I give my occupation (when asked) as Poet. That gets wonderfully baffled looks. I am eccentric to the extreme and love it. The cat and I, an old anarchist and mute feline, make the perfect minimalist family living out the dregs of an obscure, minimal life. We are what we are, free from the tyranny of things, content to quietly careen into whatever bit of future remains to us enjoying the minutes, ignoring the years.    ~mce
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Oct 21, 2015
Oct 21, 2015 at 11:16 AM UTC
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