Razvan METhe Books
I like Valentine’s Day. I think it’s useful to have a day set aside to celebrate the love for somebody else. In general, I find useful to spend time and think about the people and the things that make my life nicer and enjoyable. A week ago, while unpacking the last boxes from the relocation, I realized, once again, how much I love the books I have. I truly do. Their shape, their texture, the way they smell, the old yellow pages of some of them, the elegance of the type from others, the memories of the time I spend reading some of them… all these small and big things make all them dear to me. Some are old and need to be handled with great care. Some are safely protected by well-made hardcovers. Some are shiny and untouched. Old friends, good friends, new friends. All are living peacefully, sharing a rack near the window. They don’t fight for my attention. They are waiting patiently for the time I don’t yet have. At some point I will.
