The Illusion Of Progress
There’s a version of collecting that feels like progress. A constant state of motion – packs, boxes, breaks, auctions, listings, packages, notifications, screenshots, new releases, bigger cards, better hits. Enough noise and activity to convince ourselves something meaningful is taking shape. But movement without direction is just motion, and accumulation without intention is just excess. For a long time, I told myself I was participating in something I was passionate about. That I was evolving as a collector. That