A New Orleans blogger has been documenting his recovery from Katrina, including a post about what happened to his comic book collection. Of course, that’s the least of his worries at this point, but visually, it’s pretty insane. I remember losing 4-5 longboxes of books to flooding when a pipe burst at my parents’ house while I was away at college. As minor as that was, it was hard to wrap my head around losing hundreds of comics that I’d spent years collecting. I can’t even begin to imagine what it must be like to apply that sense of loss to everything in my house.

We knew we had water in the house. Obviously, if we didn’t think so before we made the trip in we knew by the time we saw the water line. We were optimistic, though. We thought, all but knowing that we had over 5 feet in the house, that a decent bit of our stuff would be salvagable. Not our furniture and not our clothes, but maybe, if we were lucky, those books higher on our shelves and things on top of the bookshelves.

The minute I kicked in the door, though, all expectation changed.

Seeing my comics strewn about was the hardest. I’ve never been a mint freak, meaning I didn’t really care if my comics were in the best condition. If I could read them, that was the important thing. I do have a theory about books though. They’re like furniture. You buy a book to read just like you buy a couch to sit on. Sure, the book or couch will be messed up eventually, but you like to keep it in the best condition possible for as long as possible. To see my books in the worst condition they could ever be in, and to walk on them, seemed preposterous.

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