Okay, a small body of work. That's what I'll leave. No financial value to speak of. Is this a measure of who I am, what I've done? Yeah, you know, it really is.
For me, of course, it's all about the heart. The memories and the love. I just moved and after twenty years and inventory of "stuff" is fairly obvious. Honestly, it's all junk without the stories.
The material goods that have come and gone? Fine. I still have the memories, the stories. The love? That's where the regrets live. I rush home to a phone that will never ring.