To storytellers,
- befriend those with the callused hands
- breathe on papers
- breathe in the scent of papers lest you forget what the first time was like
- bring your books to bed
- consult our old friends the dictionaries
- have a cup of hot tea, perhaps more
- hide in bookshops & libraries
- immortalise memories out of the fleeting on papers
- gaze at the night skies
- greet all critters
- inhale words when you feel most absent & silent
- keep your hands warm
- printed items are all keepsakes*
inspired by a friend's post
non-exhaustive list of things in my living room
loveseat, table found at the side of the road, guitar with missing strings, plastic wet shoe tray, fuzzy boots, empty valise with peacock painting, tv, ceramic made by my sister-in-law holding remote controls, basket of scarves/mittens/hats, basket of craft materials (assortments of papers, lace, strings, paints, magazines and old books), basket of yarn and needles, record stand, record player, records, old lamp from garage sale, books with no shelf, DSLR, crochet blanket from grandma, blue fleece blanket, brown coat not put away in the closet, macbook computers, a dress and sweater for mending (both purple), art waiting to be hung on the wall, notebooks for school, yellow measuring tape, she & him canvas bag, a book copy of wuthering heights and an audiobook copy, dirty plate, a mug with the remnants of chai
