children used to understand and visualize a bookend with metal, bronze, or some other sort of hard material- unlike the boring metal book ends of the 20th century…and it was within those bookends in a snug little room with the hard bound covers that one found solace, romance, or adventure of the cerebral kind.
but not today…not many today…
and so many minds reflect a shadow of the intelligence that graced this Earth when children read pages, not devices, in languages, not snatches of one-dimensional verbage.
in light of this, i have devoted some of our snow-filled nights to the reconstruction of an old style library…
sans devices
sans magazines
sans flexible metal hardware.
to snuggle up in a comfy chair as it snows the whole world over outside…with a cup of warm tea and a gripping story in your hands…is an underrated, and increasingly forgotten, winter pleasure.
To all you who will snuggle up by the fire with a good book…
May your journey find you warmth, peace, and a full imagination…
something poetic 