2024-11-30 22:00 • 107 words

For years the thought of getting rid of a book that I've acquired was completely anathema to me. The utmost I could fathom was to give it into the hands of another reader. But unless physically damaged beyond hope, I would have never put one into the wastepaper container. I've went through one of my shelves today, and what can I say: I assessed half a dozen books as something that I don't want keep and cannot imagine anybody else wanting to have. Asking myself if that is a sign of aging, or a result of simply being overwhelmed by having too much stuff.