Updated: Oct 10, 2020
I'm looking across at my bookshelves and thinking about the journey each of these books has taken to get here. From the text itself: built of experience, imagination, craft and perseverance of the author; to the book as object: designed, printed, weighed, measured, stored, shipped, sold and now placed among some odd shelf-fellows between the cheeseplant and the lamp.
I've read a few of these books more than once, but most of them I'll only read once. Some I'll never get around to reading at all. I'm ok with that. There are paths I may never walk, but I'm still glad that they're there.