trivial thoughts
i had a book with a white hard cover. no name on the cover, just the smooth whiteness. i had checked it out from the school library and was reading it with great joy and speed.
Nobody but i knew its name.
it looked white to everybody but each page read a new color to me.
i found the same book in an old bookstore for six bucks in a red cover, its name and the author's were written in huge black letters at the front and the back. i bought it and returned the old one back to the library, it seemed like a good idea to own it myself.
I placed the book on a shelf where it has been gathering dust ever since, it never looked the same to me.
Nobody but i knew its name.
it looked white to everybody but each page read a new color to me.
i found the same book in an old bookstore for six bucks in a red cover, its name and the author's were written in huge black letters at the front and the back. i bought it and returned the old one back to the library, it seemed like a good idea to own it myself.
I placed the book on a shelf where it has been gathering dust ever since, it never looked the same to me.