Carousel

Have you ever thought about how books travel round and round, as if on a never ending carousel. They get passed from person to person, each new set of hands adding their mark to the story. Those grease stains on page 67 you see and then end up daydreaming how they got there. Each houseContinue reading “Carousel”

A different kind of candle

When I think about all the books that get thrown away, all those words and thoughts from somebody‚Äôs dreams, it makes me feel like the world became just a little bit darker. Colder. Sad. This ability to recycle books into beautiful pieces of art allows for there to be a little more light and lifeContinue reading “A different kind of candle”