One by one each object of our space needs reckoning. Having lived on several different islands I came to embrace the notion that each person should be buried with all the trash generated in their lifetime. I make it to practice to minimize mine.
With the curtains removed, washed, folded, and packed, now the bones of our studio are exposed. Packed boxes are stacked and covered with blankets ready for relocation. We adjust to these changes, able to rest as our slow decomposition of this space proceeds.
Have you ever lived on an island? Being responsible for every object we bring into our life, how will you reckon those when you leave? Ki to Happiness decomposes before recomposing