Of the paper page

Image: Patrick Tomasso

The other day, I just had to do it. Something was beckoning me. Calling me. It’d been awhile.

I had to force the Macbook off of my lap and grab a real book.

As soon as I did, the magic hit me.

There’s something about a real, honest-to-goodness book-book. Something tranquil about thumbing through those paper pages — the smell, the sound, the visceral earthiness of it is just so ideal for the kind of mental zone reading should put you in.

I don’t do this nearly enough. But I’m finding more and more of my life going back towards things more… bookish. More hand-operated. More manual.

Bits and pixels have their place. But the paper page is where it’s at.


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