Cataloguing the Library

I began cataloguing my library this weekend during a fit of boredom. I realized soon after I started I was faced with a huge task that would take months to complete, for I own thousands of books. Each book I lay my hands on conjures associations and memories: where I was when I bought the book, where I worked, who I may have loved then, what I believed about life and the world, and what the book told me, and sometimes what I told the book.

I wanted the cataloguing to be a mindless process, but it has turned out to be extremely emotional. I suspect that is why have avoided doing it for all these years.