I have this bookshelf. I have quite a few bookshelves, tbh.
And though we all know books tell stories – it’s their reason for being, for Chrissakes! – I never fully understood how a bookshelf might do the same.
This bit of one of my bookshelves does just that.
It’s the story of my life.
And my life is now become. And – now – I have peace, at last.