In this season of introspection, I find myself contemplating the need for change. A resolution echoes within me, a commitment to declutter the tangible remnants of my past that have amassed within the confines of my office.
A collection of reel-to-reel audio tapes lingers, their nostalgic whispers unheard due to the absence of a recorder. Fortunately, progress has rescued many recordings, now digitized and preserved in the vast expanse of the digital realm.
Photo slides and an antiquated projector spark fond memories of evenings spent in the glow of projected images. Eight-millimeter movie films join the tableau, their magic now transferred to the digital canvas, seamlessly blending past and present.
Boxes of vinyl LP records stand as witnesses to the evolution of my musical taste. Acker Bilk and his Paramount Jazz Band, the inaugural purchase, followed by a diverse array of performers, capturing the rhythm of my journey through time.
Cassette tapes, relics of a bygone era, number in similarity to their vinyl counterparts. This Christmas, the almost playful insertion of a Boney M tape nearly heralded a nostalgic auditory voyage.
Compact discs, heralds of more recent musical epochs, stand alongside the relics of the past. The Beatles box set, a tempting offer to any enthusiast, resides amongst the collection.
A CD of cool jazz standards has become a permanent resident in my ute player, stubbornly refusing ejection for a decade. A testament, perhaps, to the endurance of timeless tunes.
VHS and DVDs, once the epitome of home entertainment, now rest in boxes and on shelves, overshadowed by the convenience of streaming services.
An iPod player, a printer bereft of its driver, a revolving disco light ball, and a modest assortment of sport trophies embellish the landscape of my space. Old-school textbooks, an unexpected testament to literary inclinations, share shelf space with an array of gizmos and ornaments, each carrying its unique tale.
With newfound space and clarity, my office now breathes, ready to embrace the change that echoes through the air. As the remnants of the past find new homes or retire into memory, it is time to redirect attention to the unexplored realms beyond these walls.
Send Up 