I think I have too many books.
Remember a few months back when I was wanting to read The Remains of the Day? I had looked through my books, and didn’t see my copy. So I figured it had been left at my parents like a good number of my books have been. Well, I’m cleaning up the back room, dusting my boxes of books (yes, we still don’t have shelves) and lo and behold! There’s my copy of Remains of the Day bought at the University bookstore and read the first time in a moment of melancholy.
Cleaning is cathartic. Straitening. Sorting. Getting rid of the dirt that blows in. Definite, seeable results.