to anyone who kept journal(s) or notebook(s) of all your art/writing only to end up ripping and burning all of the pages, leaving nothing.

I have saved pretty much everything I've ever done. Boxes full of art, negatives, prints, journals, etc. I would love nothing more than to burn it all, but I'm still caged by my egos need to leave some finger print if my existence on those planet, even though I know when I'm dead it will end up in the dumpster or in a box in someone's garage. Maybe someday I can have a personal ceremony in the desert, and burn it all. I would like that. Fimally be free of myself.