So I’ve been thinking about the problem of ownership. Mainly, how much of this “stuff” matters.

In my house, I have a big collection of video games, music, books, and movies. Various physical formats—some of them obscure.

If I die, I know all this stuff gets liquidated.

The only exception, I’m sure, will be the vinyl—because this is something I listen to with my child every day and it’s her library as much as it’s mine.

The LaserDisc movies, though? It will be the first to go. Same with my collection of sci-fi novels.

I’ve tried to get other people into this stuff. No dice. Not a single care about these things I very much care about.

And I suppose, big picture, they don’t matter. It’s just stuff. But it’s also stuff that very much touched my life.