Every long box is a time capsule
Ran a block sale a couple weeks ago. Cleared out a chunk of my comic collection — decades of it, out on tables, priced to move.
What I didn’t expect was how much sorting through those boxes turned into an argument with several past versions of myself, all of whom made increasingly questionable purchasing decisions.
Wrote up the whole thing here:
Or: How To Make A Block Sale Into A Therapy Session While Earning Money!















