Travelling by Horseback

-I’m travelling by horseback, there is little I can pack, but I want to take it all. I read once about some architects who have their clients divide their possessions into three piles: maybe, throw away and keep. The first two you throw away. I can’t get myself to do that. Even now, there are boxes in my room, closed and stuffed with the remnants of the manifestations of time past. Sometimes I rummage through them, finding little pices of paper with names and numbers. Sometimes I try calling but get a message informing me that the number is no longer in service. Sometimes a man’s voice answers that obviously doesn’t correspond to the woman’s name scribbled in my sloppy penmanship. Sometimes I simply stare at the name and wonder where and who I was when I wrote it. I cannot throw away the first two. The second perhaps, but even then, sometimes I hold on. If I had it any other way, I’d travel so that I could keep the things that remind me, when the shadows creep and the earth stands still, that I have walked along the trajectory of this life and it has not always been solitary. The problem is, it is best advised to travel lightly. This is why I’m travelling by horseback.