Non Sequiturs
Just a few random thoughts to wrap up the year.
I like toast.
I like all kinds of toast. I like diner toast soaked in thinned, anemic butter. I like dry toast. I like toast with honey. And, I like toast with jam. I like toast with peanut butter. I like toast with runny eggs, over easy. I like to soak up the runny yolks after scarfing the eggs.
Today, almost the only thing I ate was toast.
It’s yummy.
I love books.
My obsession for books will most likely bankrupt me. I love the feel of books in my hand. The sound of fanning pages on a new book sends a shiver up my spine as I consider with delight what that book holds for me. The smell of a new book is more evocative for me than almost any other smell in the world. I think if I suddenly were out of newish books to smell in my house, I would take books that I haven’t read yet to the used book store to sell for cash so I could re-buy those books new again, just for the smell. I love the feel of new, unread paperback pages as they flip past my fingers, like silky thoughts against my skin.
I would spend my last dime on books rather than food.
Better to die hungry with a new book in my hand than empty-handed and with a full belly.
Tomorrow, I’ll give you something spiritual to start the year.
Y’all have a safe and happy new year.
