reading

read the first page

I have loved reading since before I understood what it was doing to me. A book is a strange object — paper, glue, ink — and somehow, a person inside. This mini book is not a reading list. It will not tell you what you should have read by now, or how many pages make a "real" reader. There is enough counting in the world already.

Reading is the only technology I know that lets you be someone else from the inside. Not watching them — being them. A woman in another century. A boy on a coast you will never stand on. An old man walking a road that exists only in sentences. For a few hours, their pulse runs underneath yours, and when you look up from the page, your own life is slightly rearranged.

— page 4 of 27, as printed. the rest reads like this.