There are small stacks of books littering most flat spaces (not including the floor, and the record player dust cover) in my apartment. It’s nice, I like seeing books, picking one up at random rather than opening my Instagram for the fiftieth time. It’s a bit of a surprising development too. Not that I have a lot of books, I’ve always had that, even though I gave away boxes of them when I got divorced a lifetime ago. No, that they’re physical editions. For a long time, I almost exclusively read books on my Kindle, or in the Kindle app. Now it’s more a 50/50 kind of a thing. I like this development, Kondoism be damned.