My Bluray and DVDs represent my taste and appetites, of course, but primarily they’re a kind of refuge and watering hole for the soul — emotional foxholes that I’ve sunk into many, many times and am ready to sink into again whenever the mood strikes. I look at them and I feel proud and accomplished, and I love that I don’t keep them in alphabetical order. I had nothing to do with making them, of course, but at least I’ve reached a point in my life in which I can recognize and revel in “the best.” Much like a wine connoisseur who derives profound satisfaction from owning several dozen bottles of really good stuff, etc.
