
Is this really something to be proud of?
Over the past year, I’ve been gradually selling off my dvd collection on Ebay. Last Sunday, I listed the final stragglers. Once the auctions are paid for and shipped, I will be, in effect, dvd-less for the first time in 10 years.
And that fills me with a mixture of loss and freedom. A dvd collection is like an extension of one’s soul, a filmic phenotype of plastic, cardboard, and silicone. I had built up an impressive collection of oeuvres: the near complete works of Bresson, Kurosawa, Rohmer, and more — delicacies hard fought and won through online dvd stores, brick and mortars, and internet auction sites — items from every region code, PAL and NTSC — editions rare and out of print — artifacts enshrined in special collector’s tins, lunchboxes, and vacuum molded plastic. Many were linked with an emotion or the time in my life when I purchased them. And while I made sure to “back up” all of the dvds on hard drives anticipating a future home media computer (I’m not a fool), I felt like I lost a little bit of myself with every auction listed.
And then I smacked myself out of that sentimental fantasy world.
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