Moving sucks

Junk. I have so much junk. A lot of it is easy to part with, but some of it is personal stuff and I stop and think, "Oh, I should keep this." But then I think, "For what? What good does it do me now? What good will it do when I'm gone? Who's going to want this after I'm dead? It won't mean anything."

I mean, it's not like I'm going to write Beethoven's N…