purge long overdue

getting rid of many old books and cd's, I simply do not have the room, it's heartbreaking, like the memory of an old friend's wake, dressed in grieving black or an old lover's kiss laden company on a lazy winter sunday afternoon. But if they give pleasure to others that memory that limitless expanse between covers, good karma awaits.


gods donating the bulk of my library was like cutting off my own arm. It was a dream, I thought had died. A dream I had back when I was young and full of hope. Back in the day, my old dreams of a family of my own, owning a beachouse with thousands of books, But the good thing about dreams, you can always dream another.