In some older posts, I shared lists of books and DVDs that were found in photos from Paisley Park. I came across an Instagram post sharing a couple more titles,
Top stack:
Bottom stack:
Those are the ones that can be read with reasonable confidence from the image. A couple of the very top items are partly cut off by the discs sitting on them, so there may be additional titles that aren’t fully legible.
I was re-reading a passage from Prince’s memoir recently, and he mentioned the film About Time. The title immediately caught my eye—he wrote a song called “Time,” and there’s an interesting resonance there that feels intentional, though that is something I won’t share for now. I’ll admit, when I first learned the premise, I hesitated. Another time-travel romance? It felt like well-trodden ground, a premise bordering on sentimental in a culture already saturated with temporal what-ifs.
But by the final act, I was utterly disarmed. Quiet tears turned into a steady stream I couldn’t stop. The film surprised me—not with its mechanics of time, but with its profound excavation of heart. It laid bare that universal, aching desire to reach back into the fabric of the past: to correct a moment, to salvage a goodbye, to stretch a second with someone gone too soon. It wasn’t about altering history for grandeur, but about the intimate, heartbreaking edits we all wish we could make in the story of those we love.
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