I’ve been in the midst of a weeding project since the beginning of the school year. Over the course of the last couple weeks, I’ve realized something: what I thought would be a purely joyous event (“Finally, some space!”) also comes with a bit of sadness. While some of the weeded books will be updated, replaced, and given new life, some will be taken off the shelves for good to be donated.
I think about the authors of those books that won’t be coming back. I feel bad for them. All their hard work fading away. It reminded me of a clip from the DJ documentary “Scratch”, where they talk about a similar occurrence in music. Jump ahead to the 2:00 point to see what I mean.
(Bottom Image: ‘Old school books‘