Sunday, 16 May 2010

Yet to be solied paper

In the bookshop, while glancing down the spines of the books, one really caught my eye.

This was the one that had what I was looking for and I went to pull it out.

Only then did I notice that this was not a book at all, and was in fact the vertical wooden frame of the book shelf.

There was more truth in a piece of bare wood than I could have expected from the greatest master-work that had left its mark on paper.


M said...

Books are full of knowledge and worldviews we acquired since birth.
Finding a spine of a wooden block instead of a book opens a moment of emptiness; similar to a great yet essential design/ink stroke to baffle the ordinary mind.
MM (former anonymous, still learning how to play at this cup of Tao)