Wild Books: The prospect

As spring shovels the cold away, the migration of books begins. Even today, some do not hesitate to abandon books by the side of the road because they can’t take them on vacation or simply because they would rather make use of a gym than of a library.

Picked from the trash, saved from the rain, a spirtiuous reading gave these books the confidence required for another life of travel. It is always difficult to release a beast one has been reading the guts of for hours. But there is the excitment of thoughts moving along a space freed from lines, high speed cables, and webs; the belief that a book that finds you is worth as much as a whole library's worth of words turned into digits.

To whoever sees one of those books fly by, take a moment to read their notes and write us back, where are they? Are they feeling good? Who are you?