Books and more books, can't pass them by

Finally got one bookcase partially cleaned. There is detritus there, all those things one can't give up: books, small vases, odd art pieces, and plain old detritus gathered. I bring home books from everywhere and don't ever read them all. Some day, I say. Some day. Meanwhile, they are waiting there on bookshelves in the old apartment in the old hotel. I think I was always meant to live here, gathering dust and then dusting myself and my things off again.