The Prompter Room

For Tuesday, December 20, 2016:

 

The object we call a book is not the real book, but its potential, like a musical score or seed.  It exists fully only in the act of being read; and its real home is inside the head of the reader, where the symphony resounds, the seed germinates.  A book is a heart that only beats inside the chest of another …

Rebecca Solnit – ‘Flight,’ THE FARAWAY NEARBY

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