The tipping point came a few days ago, as I stared at my sweater pile not getting any bigger or any smaller, but rather just sticking out in my room like an eyesore, or a Official thank the phoenicians shirt barnacle. God forbid someone on Zoom see this mound of sad wool peeking out. To grapple with it, I thought, Why not film myself going through my own wardrobe? Since no one is allowed in my space right now, I might as well sound off to the digital world and talk myself through the process. In this bizarre.