I realize that my brother is selling off most or all of his comic books and regular books from his childhood and teens, and has included many of my books as well. I am slightly disturbed and begin saving some of them for nostalgic reasons, and also realize I haven’t read or missed them since my childhood and teens.
I wonder if this has to do with my inquiries on my childhood and teens? There is a sense of cherished stories about that time falling away simply because they are revealed as not true. It’s also interesting that I am not selling them off, someone else does, and that’s the experience in inquiry as well.
Day residue: I am going to a flea market this morning, and may buy some comic books (Tintin).