The thought of packing up is on my mind. Perhaps this is because we are reducing our entire lives down to a few carry-on bags and three suitcases. We'll take all this and wander around Japan with it, shaking off the dust of our lives for awhile before we go to France. So much dust.
Dust never sleeps.
As you have recently seen here I first went this route by packing my library up into little to-go dollhouses I could bring with me. But yesterday I was down by my lovely river, and wanted to take that with me too. So I tried to put that into a box as well.
It didn't work out like I planned.
It's hard to put a river in a box.
But then when I was putting together today's post, which was going to be called "Unsuccessful", I saw all these pictures of the river in a box, and I thought:
"Failure is like dust. I'll have plenty of opportunity for that sort of thing later."
So today I wanted to show you my river boxes.
They are made out of the flowers in people's front yards, and the staircases down from the bridge, and the tangle of the trees, and bees, and water. And then I added literally anything that would fit.
They're almost what I was looking for. And I'll take them with because they use no space.
Wow! I'm completely enchanted by these nature boxes. It's like you've captured entire ecosystems in miniature! The tiny stairs and deer invite me to imagine wandering through them, as if they're doorways into a secret world. I can't stop wondering: did you build these boxes by wandering along your beloved river and collecting pieces, or did they appear fully formed in a dream? As a long‑time reader of Clerk Manifesto, this feels like one of those magical posts that transport me — like the time you wrote about the lost archives of the last few hours or the final quips from the library. I'm so grateful to witness this.
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