i can put it in a new and fascinating way- i bookhop because finishing a book feels a lot like moving a very central piece of furniture out of my house. if i were to lose my kitchen table upon finishing my meal i would leave the morselful plate sitting cold upon the placemat for all of my years and more, until the smell attracts one hundred lovesick beetles and ants, and they too would give the dish a berth, that they don't ruin a special thing.

















