I'm back in the basement again pruning the usual junk. I'm going through the books Dylan had down there and picking out what I mean to keep.
I intend to give some more books to friends and have Powell's Books buy most of the rest. Though I think I'd like the Portland Art Museum's library to have some. Dylan had the most amazing collection of comics by overseas creators all over the world. I think it would be great to have them in a place where people who love art want to be.
I'm glad I took pictures. Otherwise I'd feel like nothing is really changing.
Going through the books this time is surprisingly similar, emotionally, to all the other sifting I did with Dylan's collections. It's a little easier to reason with myself about where these will all end up, but I still experience some self-recrimination and sorrow. Also, the mental and physical exhaustion of the process. I need a foot rub after all this.