a lack of catharsis

Yesterday I cleaned out my bookshelves. They were looking over-cluttered, and I sensed that pruning them would give me catharsis. I am constantly seeking catharsis. Plus, it seemed like I wouldn’t have to exert too much effort, which is definitely my favorite way to achieve catharsis.

I went through every book in my apartment and managed to part with about a dozen of them, which was not bad, I felt.

Then today I came home to a box of 35 copies of MOSTLY GOOD GIRLS. So… Maybe now I need to put those somewhere, too?