Friday, April 13, 2007
Today, I have friends who sell their CDs to pawn shops or other resellers whenever they are tight on cash. Although I have a CD collection, I sometimes wonder why. Even though CDs are but a fraction of the size of a 33" vinyl record, they still are something I have to constantly sidestep in my tiny apartment.
It is strange. Audrey is right. People are attracted to the idea of holding onto what is physical and tangible, even when its digital equivalent is also a functional equivalent. Maybe one day I'll get tired of sidestepping my CD's, and they will end up sitting in the local pawn shop. That is, unless I see a nice cedar chest specifically designed for compact discs.