I had to do it, eventually.

I am just getting started. The books in the middle box look like they have hatched an escape plan.

I hate packing my books. Even though I am just getting started, my studio already seems bereft of a certain energy.

“A book reads the better which is our own, and has been so long known to us, that we know the topography of its blots, and dog’s ears, and can trace the dirt in it to having read it at tea with buttered muffins.”-Charles Lamb, Last Essays of Elia, 1833.

Marilyn, waiting her turn.