A conundrum: The soul is made up of clothing hanging from the rod of a dusty dark closet (or, the brain). You can wear the same soul garb every day, or you can frequently change into something purple, beaded, sequenced, red, brown, or fleshy.
That said, I am thinking of what an immaterial soul clothing looks like in relation to my own experiences; living in another country, speaking another language, loving someone or some animal, eating specific foods, bodily motions, or artmake.
How can I document my soul wardrobe?
Today I am wearing something tight, synthetic and yellow (too much coffee and technical difficulties, foggy dreams). I need some room to breathe, so perhaps later I'll put on a pair of baggy blue pants made of cotton.