The moving-out part of moving is never fun. It's mortifying how much stuff one accumulates, even if one (thinks one) isn't into that. Even stuff that was worth keeping may have passed its expiration date since you put it away some- where. For a person in the book biz this hits especially hard with books which were relevant when boxed, but are now out of date. This describes many of the tomes I excavated from a wall of books I boxed two decades ago and haven't cracked open since. (They were covered by a very attractive Indian textile.) Sedimented but not quite fossilized: Japan, Princeton, Paris.Tuesday, August 20, 2019
Archaeology of knowledge
The moving-out part of moving is never fun. It's mortifying how much stuff one accumulates, even if one (thinks one) isn't into that. Even stuff that was worth keeping may have passed its expiration date since you put it away some- where. For a person in the book biz this hits especially hard with books which were relevant when boxed, but are now out of date. This describes many of the tomes I excavated from a wall of books I boxed two decades ago and haven't cracked open since. (They were covered by a very attractive Indian textile.) Sedimented but not quite fossilized: Japan, Princeton, Paris.