This book about cat walking brings me joy in a dark time
What gives me joy, you ask?
I know you didn’t, but I’ve been asking myself this question because pandemic. And the short answer is: Trees, books, words, sneakers, spring, and cats.
It’s a nice list, I think, because it’s simple. There’s one quirky joy though, which can’t be expressed in a single word. This source of joy requires a bit more explaining.
It might seem weird to some, but I get effervescent feelings from collecting quirky books. Often small in size, but not exclusively so, and written by obscure authors, these are books hardly anyone has ever heard of, let alone read. I hold these books in a special place in my heart. They have biographical meaning. They tell me the story of my inner life.
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