paper

my favorite part about books is their static nature.  they are outside time. they are fluid, free to be followed backwards, forwards, or in random discrete jumps.  find the sentence you last read before the end of the world and be welcomed back without bias.  with a few flicks of the finger and a flutter of air the scene can be replayed.  it is an amazing feeling when you realize you can trick the universe and replay sections of your life again in real time, finding that same happiness that existed chapters ago.  of course this is only possible under the right conditions and it is ever so delicate.  i’m going to savor mine until i lose balance.