I’ve always been attached to the platonic idea of an attic, where traditional families who live in the same house for forever stick their prized possessions and junk, so that other family members can go up and trawl through it at watershed points in their lives to discover some curio that leads them to a cave under a seasonal restaurant that contains a fully intact 18th-century pirate ship.

This concept of an attic didn’t fit with my family’s life for obvious reasons. But as I’ve moved around and learned, at least corporeally, to let go of stuff, the attic has started to turn out to be in a corner of my cloud storage. It may not be precisely

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