I am a consumer. I mean that in both the literal sense of "I eat things" but also in the American Capitalist sense of "sucker who buys our junk." I am also a bit of a pack rat. Not physically, thankfully, since my apartment is smallish and I like to have room. No, I am a digital pack rat. Wallpapers. I have thousands of desktop wallpapers from dozens of TV shows and games. Ebooks. I have thousands of them, some purchased, some public domain, an ever-decreasing number pirated. Movies. Same deal. TV shows. Same deal. Games. Same deal. I have all of this...stuff. And I don't know what to do with it.
Slowly, so slowly, I'm watching it, reading it, deleting it, whatever it takes. I used to have 200+ unwatched movies. Now I have 45. I read a book almost every day. Every second day, at least. I listen to 2-3 albums every night as I exercise. And I still can't bloody get ahead.
I want. I desire the act of collecting. It isn't the having, it's the finding, the purchasing, the illicit downloading... (This is beginning to sound vaguely fetishistic, so I'm not going to continue down that road.) Once a thing is in my possession, it's often weeks or months before I even consume it. In some cases (a massive torrent of public domain books), I haven't even BEGUN to chip away at them years later.
What's my point? I don't know. Isn't that the point?
