For Stuff 2, under the reflected orange light of the vast storage building across the road from Articulate project space, I sorted boxes of papers, keeping, chucking, chatting and giving stuff away. An article on freak waves I had cut out years ago was happily carried off by someone who swims at Bronte, an odd necklace I nearly remembered found the perfect new owner, and decades of paper unmemorabilia was recycled out of my life.