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.

1 comments:

Marisol 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)