May 20, 2004
We unpacked our books yesterday – boxes upon boxes of books hauled up two flights of stairs to our new apartment, their contents emptied into massively chaotic piles all about the room, slowly sorted into some semblance of order: Medieval Philosophy, Modern Icelandic Fiction, Salmon Rushdie, Graphic Novels. It seemed we had more than enough books to last a lifetime - more than we’d ever want to box up and move again, surely. But now that they are up on the shelves . . . they filled the floor-to-ceiling shelving, and now it feels like they’ve shrunk, like we need more.