This picture is fun, there are so many wonderful adventures shown here. The cats, curious creatures, are not aware of the books behind them. The eclectic nature of these books reflect our lives. Some of the titles include “Archeology”, “After the King” (a collection of stories in honor of JR Tolkien), “Everything sold in gardening centers”, “Atlas of the world”, “Downbelow Station”, “Flatland”, “Ramona”, “CRC Handbook of Chemistry and Physics”, “Antarctica”, and “The Art of Walt Disney”. I’ve read most of them multiple times. Some of the more obscure ones, like the CRC handbook, I’ve used to solve problems. Daydreamed about visiting foriegn places, studied art, lived romantic lifetimes. Most of the time, with a cat at my side. Here, I have two cats.
We are drowning in books and I’ve been trying to purge them. To be honest, many of them I’ve not looked at in a long time. But still, it breaks my heart to get rid of the books. I know that my life would probably be better with less clutter. But I like the chaos and possibilities of the full shelves. And these books won’t be same read on a tablet if they even get translated to electronic form.
So is it better to keep the dreams and clutter? Or would an open space invite even more creativity by begging to be filled? It takes space and work to maintain the books. I’m not using them and want many new books as well. They are a dying art form; everyone wants electronic books instead. And if there was an empty space, I could fill it with new art and new books and new dreams. The answer is not clear. So I’ll hold on to as many as possible and try to get new ones as well. Its probably just as well that Bob is more ruthless than me at getting rid of stuff.