Minimalism is a strange sign of strange times. That’s self-evident as we’re smack dab in the middle of the pandemic, the weirdest societal stress test in decades. But it was true before, too.
Consider what it takes to reach the point at which we actively read, write, talk, and think about getting rid of stuff. Some of us even get paid to do so.
Is it a sign of abundance? Yes, in a sense. We stop hoarding when we stop fearing. We replace heaps of shoddy goods with single and singularly perfect ones when our budget support our connoisseurship.