People here live in small spaces. There’s no attic to store things. No spare room. Unless you’re a hoarder who likes to sleep on the bed next to unopened boxes from Amazon, you have to get rid of stuff. Even books have to go. In thrift stores here you find first editions. This crate of French books was sitting by the curb on Sixth Street in the East Village a week ago. I take books I thought I’d keep forever to the local library branch and leave them in the vestibule there thinking maybe someone who couldn’t afford to buy the books will be pleased to find them and like them like I did.