If you haven’t read Walter Benjamin’s essay, “Unpacking My Library”–from which this post’s title comes–I think you might find a nice way to express what you’re feeling.

This quixotic affliction seems similar to mine, albeit the daunting list of works I have written for myself is not restricted by one medium (e.g. I carry far too many video games with me where ever I travel). Unlike Don Quixote’s insanity, however, I suspect this madness of having a huge, unread library can be cured without causing a tragic and poignant death afterward. Creating the antidote requires about one pound of daily planner, a few tablespoons of pencil, a cup of motivation, a carton of luck, and a gallon of free time. Unfortunately, the latter two ingredients cost far too much to cure out-of-control wishlists (I’m sure this has something to do with inflation), and as a result less potent recipes are often substituted. I recommend coffee.

I do hope you find free time (at a reasonable price), and are able to remove some names off of that memorial.

P.S., I really do not know why I felt compelled to write here instead of posting on the read/write/read blog. There are far better ways to spend my free time!