“We all live in a house on fire, no fire department to call; no way out, just the upstairs window to look out of while the fire burns the house down with us trapped, locked in it.” ― Tennessee Williams, The Milk Train Doesn’t Stop Here Anymore
I have been trapped inside (except for going to work all the time – which is even worse). I think I’m losing my mind.
I did get out today – actually went to a wedding in the design district. It felt odd. So odd I’m getting worried that I have lost all my abilities as a social animal – which were never strong to begin with.
“The worst job in the whole world must be recycling toilet paper.”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Fight Club
I always stop at a handful of Little Free Libraries on my bike rides around my ‘hood. I don’t pick up books (though I look to see if there is an especially interesting one – there hasn’t been) – rather, I drop books off. That helps me deal with my natural bookish hoarder tendencies.
Today, at one near my house, I spotted this extra addition.
Little Free Library near my house – with extra goodies.
Little Free Library near my house.
Six rolls of precious toilet paper tucked in among the tomes.
So if you live on the east side of Richardson, and are desperate for a roll, contact me and I’ll give you the location.