Notes on the Cedar Shelf

The shelf is one row of six crates and seven books. The arrangement changes less than the weather outside.

Each title appears twice: once as a shelf object, and once as a note when I find a sentence that refuses to be forgotten.

The trick is repetition without boredom. A book can live in a room and still keep becoming new if you read the same chapter under a different hour.

By the time winter becomes heavy, those repeated reads become a way to keep myself honest.