We browse the carefully collected words and phrases, names, important places. Their worth pressed into dog-eared pages, once bound with the utmost care, containing the stories they’ve survived; now losing history, chapter by chapter, to the failing of signature seams.
Scanning each creatively curated summary written to disguise the incomplete, the lacking, to find our match. We cast off known tales in favor of the new and mysterious; discarding the earthy, worn scent of familiarity for a short-lived freshness. All the while, knowing no more about the lives we’ve passed up than we can learn by pressing fingertips to the names pressed upon their spine.