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Annie Midori Atherton | The Atlantic
Minimalism is neat, but clutter makes a home — I don't love the look of mismatched junk, but the mess satisfies a deeper emotional need. (last accessed on February 20.2.2024, 11.30, XNUMX:XNUMX a.m.)
“Most of my relationships, my father included, did not lead particularly big lives. Their names are not carved into buildings or attached to scholarships. Only a handful of people think of them still, and one of those people is me. But their personal possessions remain and say: Someone was here. As I go about my day, folding laundry, or thinking through what needs to be done, my clutter reminds me of the people who have filled my life and, now, my apartment.”
Another opinion on minimalism, which has already been discussed many times in the blog. The argument is entirely understandable and understandable. It would be exciting for me to find out what Annie Midori Atherton in a few decades on the subject of death cleaning.
