Having a backlog hurts my soul, face and hands. While it’s nice knowing that I have a large variety of untapped experiences in my closet or on my hard drive, both now are overflowing with unfinished titles. However part of me still wants to complete everything in my backlog, and through that I’ve become a little obsessive about managing it.
It’s not the biggest collection, but it’s unwieldy enough.
There’s more elsewhere.