When I wandered into Borders last Saturday evening I realized how long I had been away from books.
Pure books. Paper books.
I saw old Nietzsche and his Genealogy of Morality, which I had not touched since last semester. As a re-read the preface I discovered how starved I was for deep writing – philosophy.
I was not only hungry for philosophy but also for the printed word. I wanted to immerse myself again in a book, to exercise my mind through its words and pages.
Unfortunately this was not a library. For once, books were a precious commodity. I had few where I was living, and the only ones available cost money. I had all the information I could want on the internet, but the screen just cannot generate the same feeling as a book.
Appreciate a book when you can.
Sifting 