That’s not a real book That’s a bunch of tethered electrons corralled for the purpose of easy purchase consumption and disposal unable to live on a shelf living only until the next centralised mega-machine upgrade in a faraway bunker It’ll never be found in an attic never feel the touch of a hand It will die young no matter how much it is loved You can’t stumble across it when you’re looking for something else You can’t be surprised and delighted by the serendipity of what it leans against or nestles between in a library It’s not a real book.
Paul is a retired architect and active writer on architecture, cities, art, ecology and politics. And dogs. He lives Downunder and loves libraries. And dogs.