I was downtown today and checking out the bookstores along Fort Street. There are a bunch down there and they have many books that I want. If I had a million, zillion dollars, I would buy a building (a warehouse, most likely) and I would store as many books inside as I could. It is an addiction. I admit it. I think it could be worse.
I have come to a realization. I am a book collector but for my own personal reasons. I am not someone who is in the business to make a dollar off of books I find. I don't want to sell. I just want to collect. They are just a pain in the ass to move, though. But they are good to have. I like having another world nearby at any time where I can find myself lost in someone else and their problems or concerns. It gives me a moment to pause and ignore my own issues. Like, why do I always think the same thoughts over and over and never act upon them. It seems quite silly.
Sigh. I can't seem to escape them. We must all go through this.