A Rainy Morning

…prompted me to go on sorting out my books in the attic. A mixture of medical, psychological, medico-historical textbooks, and literate works. Lots of dust has accumulated on the books, many of them concealed by boxes full of inheritance, framed photo prints (some of them self made), and etchings (by artists).

Which criteria should be used to decide about keeping / discarding a book? Will I read or use it once more? Is it a collectible item? With a nice cover? Beautiful pictures? Printed in letterpress? Or does it remind me of a special encounter? Did it help me to survive professionally?

All these questions, and the temptation to read a sample here and there—time is flying by, and little has been achieved. Anyway, a few hours were spent in a good mood.