We have a new set of beautiful bookshelves. They arrived today and, as they stand, they are empty. Not for want of books – we have plenty of those lying around.
The old bookshelf is going to have to go, I know that much. The old books, which for the most part I have read a few times over, will also have to go, somewhere. The logical choice would certainly be the new bookshelves. I’d have a nice tidy display to remind me of all the places my imagination had been.
Instead, for now, I think I will keep the new booksshelves empty.
I’ll put those old books in a crate and drop them off at the library. Over time, I’ll fill up those new bookshelves with books I haven’t read. As I read them, I’ll pop them in that same old crate. And then when the shelves are empty, I’ll drag the crate to the library again. When I get home, I’ll really be able to look at the empty bookshelves and know just how enriched my imagination had become.
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