a real problem

Random Thing #13
I have a real problem with books: I buy them at a much faster pace than I can possibly read them, and once I do read them, I can't bring myself to part with them. The whole month of December, as I packed up my apartment — box of books by box of books — I vowed to not buy any others until I finished the ones on my bookshelf. I have failed miserably.


It started with a Barnes and Noble gift card.

And it ended, predictably, with me spending the entire gift card plus an extra $50, and justifying it as a Valentine's Day gift to myself. Such a sorry excuse.

By no stretch of the imagination am I a "hopeless romantic." But I can make an exception for Pablo Neruda, which is why he was the last thing I read before bed, and the first thing I read this morning. I'll leave you with this short excerpt that I fell in love with instantly:

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.