Jessica and I rent a room. A small room. It’s only temporary. But, for the time being, the vast majority of our books are in storage. I know what you’re thinking. Books! In boxes! How dare he?! Yes yes, I know. It’s saddening.
In fact, I often drive by the storage unit, windows down. I then proceed to turn up the volume on Blood on the Tracks and let the man serenade my old, never to be forgotten, comrades. Their pages, like clasping whispers in the summer wind, echo their retort of thanks.
And so it goes. Our confined space can only fit so much. But I’ve taken a few snapshots of our colorful decor. Enjoy.