I’ll start with the books.
Sounds simple, right? Get rid of the ones I’ve read and won’t read again. Sort through one bookshelf, then another, then another.
The problem is… books are like time machines.
You know how a song takes you back to the 10th grade dance? Well, the books on my shelves do that for me. Just touching their spines is like climbing into a DeLorean and flooring it to 88 miles per hour.
I land in a cornfield of memories.
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Each book is a survival lesson. Take Mile 6,660, for example. After an hour of sorting and shifting, I need a bulldozer to dig myself out.
(Oh, where is Michael J. Fox when I need him?)
But the future needs space to grow, right? So I try another tactic...
