bookshelf
At work this morning I tackled the long-overdue task of organizing parts of my office, which has fallen into a state of randomness with texts and papers and invoices scattered everywhere.
So when I was replacing various texts back on my bookshelves, I noticed the shelf was seeming a bit top-heavy; and for a moment, I had to brace it with one hand to stop it from crashing down on my head, and move texts to another shelf with the other to stabilize things.
A funny thought occurred to me as I was juggling this. Essentially all of the financial and social progress in my life has related to reading and studying books in some way or another.
Would it be ironic if I was killed unexpectedly by a shelf of books crashing down on me? Or would it be tragic? I'm not sure.
So when I was replacing various texts back on my bookshelves, I noticed the shelf was seeming a bit top-heavy; and for a moment, I had to brace it with one hand to stop it from crashing down on my head, and move texts to another shelf with the other to stabilize things.
A funny thought occurred to me as I was juggling this. Essentially all of the financial and social progress in my life has related to reading and studying books in some way or another.
Would it be ironic if I was killed unexpectedly by a shelf of books crashing down on me? Or would it be tragic? I'm not sure.