Blog: Seamstress for the Band

I’ve always felt that I ought to collect something. One’s collection is part of his identity. People collect autographs or coins, or figurines, baseball cards, snow globes, seashells, ornaments; all items you can’t actually use, but offer some sort of intrinsic pleasure in their ownership alone. For a while, I thought I collected books, but one can’t really count books as a collection unless they are specific, such as out of print, rare books on American colonialism. I don’t collect books any more than a person can collect clothes or food. I am a reader. Also a dresser and an [...]

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