dreaming of the library

i have never managed to count how many books i own.

it’s not quite feasible, you see, when the library is split between two cities four thousand kilometres away from each other.

long time ago i tried to at least weight them, when we were moving houses.

now i can’t even remember whether i finished that measuring exercise, never mind the result.

but i still cherish the tiny dream of gathering all my books in one place and then dedicating entire end-of-year winter holiday to counting, classifying, and arranging my library.

there is still time to make it reality.