For years now, with only the occasional exception, my clothes have been separated across international borders. Each time I hop on a plane/train/bus (depending on which country I’m in and going to) a selection must be made, which varies according to the season, duration of stay, and purpose. Clothes are like old friends and, like my actual old friends, I have to leave them behind all too often.
The latest German expedition has proven fraught with difficulties on the clothes front. All the wrong choices were made in September, thinking that Germany’s winter wouldn’t really get going until January. That assessment couldn’t have been more wrong, and now I have returned armed with heavier duty kit I find that the temperature is mild (for now). To complicate things, this trip will be in the order of five-months duration, meaning that somehow winter, spring and summer have to be taken account of, while staying within a two-suitcase limit. Success seems unlikely.how unspeakably important is it to know what course, of survey and conquest, is the true one; where the footing is firm substance and will bear us, where it is hollow, or mere cloud, and may engulf us!... ‘Society sails through the Infinitude on Cloth, as on a Faust's Mantle, or rather like the Sheet of clean and unclean beasts in the Apostle’s Dream; and without such Sheet or Mantle, would sink to endless depths, or mount to inane limbos, and in either case be no more’ (Sartor Resartus).
A rare peek inside the VB inner sanctum