I have two weeks of vacation and finally came to sort out stuff stored in the cellar compartment. Went through decades-old notes from university and put most of them into the bin. I also winnowed books and stuff. Interesting how it feels much easier now than a few years back when memory urged me to keep all of it. Now that the memories wane and become detached from the objects, sorting out has become easier. It also shows how much and in what sense I've changed over the years. Not to the better, just to the different.