by day, i work on books in an office surrounded by books and all the books live together on wooden shelves than span entire walls. then i go home and walk along the sidewalks of my neighborhood, gazing up into the windows of brownstones with floor-to-ceiling bookcases.
almost none of my dreams for my life involve things--it's people and experiences i wish for--but there
is one thing that i would like to have one day: a library. i'd like a space just for my books. they currently live on every flat surface of my apartment, including the window sills. i don't mind it; i actually love
the way my home looks with books scattered all over the place. it looks like i live there. but there's just something about rows of books and a place for each one…for now, though, i am content to peek.