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Books have trapped me...and not as in the good happy books that inspire you and bring you joy, but the bad ones filled with political theories and long histories of German nationalism.  Granted, sometimes these bad books can bring you de la joie, but right now all they're bringing me is stress vestibules and lack of sleep-dee-zeep.

I am not the only known victim of these trappings.  Let me introduce you to the Collyer brothers, Homer and Langley.  They moved to Harlem in 1909 with their doctor pops and former-opera singer mama.  After their parents passed, the brothers stayed in their family home.  When their fam moved into the neighborhood, it was quite fashionable, but as time went on the fashion faded and the brothers turned into hermits. These crazies would set booby traps around their place and board up their windows, spending their time collecting a plethora of newspapers, instruments, furniture, fabrics, cats...their dwelling was full full full.


In 1947, Homer was found dead, and after a couple of weeks, including a manhunt leading the police to nine different states, and the removal of lots n lots of garbage/treasures, Langley's decomposed body was finally discovered only ten feet away from where his brother died.    


Now "Collyer mansion" is a term used by firefighters to describe an overpacked home.  I wonder what word creation I'll leave behind.