This is a sculpture: Sinking Building outside the State Library, Melbourne, Australia. This disturbs me on a visceral level, kind of like the Statue of Liberty in the final scene of the Planet of the Apes.
What we thought was real, solid, and forever isn’t.
I think a lot of people feel that way about the current state of book publishing today.
The one constant about life is change. Even when you live a life that is quiet and unassuming, you’re in the midst of change. We don’t feel ourselves rotating around the sun, yet we see evidence of it in the seasons of the year. Eventually, the evolution of life will be revealed to you.
Change is going to happen in any industry, whatever it is.
Books tell a story. That’s why I think they’ll be around forever – in one form or another. We humans crave stories.
And the image above prompts a story. How a little boy was given the gift of reading, but carefully instructed that he mustn’t ever touch a certain magic book in the back of the library. If he did, the building would sink into the ground and take everything he loved with it…