“Perhaps this was why there were so many alternate paths leading to the same destination, so that the future would take care of itself, like it always did.” — Das Kapital
The other day I found myself at the library, rather embarrassingly, asking a man at the front desk how I could get a library card. I had one, probably, literally, 11 or 12 years ago. Then lost it. Then never checked out a book again. Lately, though I’ve had such a desire to read again. Devour words completely and fully, almost greedily. As much as I’d love to buy stacks of books, that’s not exactly in my budget these days. So in a spur of the moment decision, I drove to the library and got a new card.
It perhaps sounds juvenile, but I was so excited after I got it. I browsed the bookshelves and just took some time for myself (there is honestly nothing I like more than browsing for books, I could do it for hours). I ended up getting three. The first one I started on is Das Kapital by Vivken Berberian. It’s a novel about love and money and hedge funds in New York. I’m loving it so far and almost done with it actually. Thankfully, I have two more after that one and then an entire library to shift through.