In The Kitchen Worksheet

Reflections (almost) no sense of a mind to sleep next

Last night I could not sleep despite fatigue, so I lay on the bed, gazing at my library.
Mine is one of those vaguely anonymous libraries purchased at Ikea, but that's what's inside to make it interesting to me, there really is everything and everything makes sense. Watching her, I realized for the first time, that everything is in place and could not be different than it is, as I could not be different from what they are: at least at present.
why I wrote a kind of "tribute" to my library, which will probably end posted here very, very soon.

xoxo

Rumandmonkey