while visions of books circle in my head while dreaming, books go vanishing from my life. don’t leave books on window ledges. that’s my advice to you. how else to explain the (supernatural?) vanishing of my nightly read. a library book laid on the windowsill. but gone when i awoke this morning. doors, windows all latched. it wasn’t my library book either. how do i explain that?
I’m sorry, it’s got to be my fault. The Others are trying to lash out at me by stealing the books of my online associates.
Pardon me if it’s presumptious that I used the term “associate.” I quite possibly should’ve said “online paratroopers.”
There are screaming children outside.
Or maybe that was just the wind.
Once, long ago, a weird man leaving town threw me a copy of “Konx on Pax” (or whatever the hell it was called. It was bound in white leather and I was too frightened of it to read it). One night it leapt off the bookshelf in sheer frustration at my lack of daring. I think some books can do that. Anyway, I had to have it put to sleep.
associate or paradrooper. it’s all the same.
(cepting the lack of paradrooping…)
the following event:
1) read book
2) ready for sleep; book on windowsill (closed window)
3) sleep (fitfully)
4) wake up. find book gone. wonder.
5) search everywhere.
6) leave for work, scratching head in wonder.