"One of them had to stop burning. The sun wouldn't, certainly. So it looked as if it had to be Montag and the people he had worked with until a few short hours ago. Somewhere the saving and putting away had to begin again and someone had to do the saving and keeping, one way or another, in books, in records, in people's heads, any way at all so long as it was safe. free from moths, silverfish, rust and dry-rot, and men and matches. The world was full of burning of all types and sizes. Now the guild of the asbestos weaver must open shop very soon."

-Ray Bradbury

So I've rediscovered an old flame:

Books

She's a manipulative mistress, but long ago I fell slave to her charms. I escaped her for a short while and went a-whoring about with Real Life, experiencing this diversion or playing with that bauble, but she has come a calling once again and I am powerless to refuse her gentle knock. Wave Adieu, O readers who actually see me face to face, for the long cold winter approaches and a literary hibernation is imminent.


See You on the Dark Side