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15 books on my desk. There are a few gems.
Science Fiction, Technology, Journalism, Philosophy, Biography, and Poetry.
It’s 23rd of July, 2023.
I have been reading a lot. Or, at least, I have been borrowing a lot of books.
Here they are, lying in front of me. All of them for three weeks. I brought them home with the expectation that they would reveal some truth to me.
And some of them have.
Some of these books are open — like an inviting excited partner in bed. Some are not. Some face me in the correct order, some face the other side like an upset partner on the bed. Some are bulky, some are slim. Some are about life, some are about technology. But they are all here. And I brought them all into my life intending to read them all.
But I couldn’t finish them all. I couldn’t even start some of them.
As I wrote here: our books reflect our desires and concerns. A concern of a week ago might already be an inspiration today. An idea that looked promising yesterday, could already have been dead today.
