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That's sad about your brother Medusa.
I too get nostalgic about my clothes. I have a few items I keep as mementos. I have my prom dress, which I can still fit in and still like. It's blue satin and it's very simple but has a beautiful cut. I have some jeans I used to love that are now baggy and looking a bit worn that I can't throw out because they are covered in little crystals in a unique pattern and I thought they were really cool when I got them. I wore them a lot. I have a favourite shirt that is coming apart in threads but I can't throw it away. It has stripes in a rainbow pattern. Then I have some things that remind me of others. My grandmother's gold dress from when Portugal held a ball for the British queen, that she attended, I think in the '50' s - it has a '50's cut and is pretty. My aunt's white lace dress from her first ball. I have some of my dad's old shirts as keepsakes.
I also have trouble throwing out favourite clothes that are old or I can't fit into anymore, or that I associate with certain people.
Recently though I have got better at it. Mainly because, unlike you shesus, I never think back to the clothes once I manage to get rid of them. So it was pointless to hang on to them really.
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Whether we write or speak or do but look
We are ever unapparent. What we are
Cannot be transfused into word or book.
Our soul from us is infinitely far.
However much we give our thoughts the will
To be our soul and gesture it abroad,
Our hearts are incommunicable still.
In what we show ourselves we are ignored.
The abyss from soul to soul cannot be bridged
By any skill of thought or trick of seeming.
Unto our very selves we are abridged
When we would utter to our thought our being.
We are our dreams of ourselves, souls by gleams,
And each to each other dreams of others' dreams.
Fernando Pessoa, 1918
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