The photo of a bookcase is a story. But the sketch of a bookcase a dream.
What your bookcase says about you is more accurate than your bathroom medicine chest. More intimate than your sock drawer. More real than your worst nightmare. A habitation of ghosts, telling strangers about the who you once were, and the who you have become.
But it is in the absence of books, in that space occupied by the future, where your one true story lives. In those books yet to be read, and yet to take their place with the ghosts of the past.
And now, a question for the reader…
What books fill your bookcase like ghosts from your past, and what books would you like to have join them?
© Copyright 2016 William S. Friday