I have been trying my hand at packing. For an imminent trip, rather than just as a way to fill an otherwise uneventful evening. It's not one of my favourite chores, coming a rung or two below ironing on the ladder of fulfilling pastimes. But these things have to be done, especially if you want to travel anywhere, and want to have anything to wear at the other end apart from the clothes you travelled in.
I never know what to pack. I know what I would like to pack, but usually this doesn't fit into the suitcase. I try emptying out the contents and putting them back in a different order, in the vain hope that, like an intricate Escher tessellation, they will slot together seamlessly, and still leave room for a pair of pyjamas. But the law of conservation of mass, or momentum, or socks, or whatever, usually defeats me. You cannot win against physics.
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