I'm readying my house of 20 years for sale and feeling many complicated feelings about the place and my actions. I thought I'd write about all that, but after reading this, I'm not sure I will. I'm one of those who donates jeans without apologizing to them, and I'll walk away from my house with a detachment that hardly seems worth recording in comparison with this rich and stunning work. In relation to your writing and mine I suppose I have a graphophilic/graphophobic relationship that parallels what you describe in the tiniest way.

Having stated above that I sometimes think my shallowness is deep until I read something deeper, I probably shouldn't note this, but topos (τόπος) is Greek for 'place' rather than Latin (that's locus). QED.

Reading you tends to make my life a little more wild and precious. Thank you.