fucked up tickle trunk

Moving is sometimes like an earthquake in a lot of ways... one of them being that stuff sometimes gets unearthed... I cracked open a box of stuff that was last opened nearly 10 years ago... memories and ghosts... wowzer... I rummaged through things and thoughts and people for a good hour... the summary is pretty much that over the past 15 years I shut a whole lot of doors that probably I shouldn't have, mostly because I couldn't be bothered to keep them open... the old mirror in the bottom of the box reflected back a guy that's deep down pretty selfish... kindof sad really, but how do you fight your own nature... I repacked the box and all I could think of is how many more doors will I close in the next 10 years...