“If you were given a book with the story of your life, would you read the end?”
— (via repaint)
She was the kind of girl who loved to stretch out under the sheets, eating chocolate, reading books and fucking on rainy afternoons.
A great book should leave you with many experiences, and slightly exhausted at the end. You live several lives while reading.
She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.
You know you’ve read a good book when you turn the last page and feel a little as if you have lost a friend.
What am I asking for? Literature. Literature, my bread and wine.
Reading is everything. Reading makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, learned something, become a better person. Reading makes me smarter. Reading gives me something to talk about later on. Reading is the unbelievably healthy way my attention deficit disorder medicates itself. Reading is escape, and the opposite of escape; it’s a way to make contact with reality after a day of making things up, and it’s a way of making contact with someone else’s imagination after a day that’s all too real. Reading is grist. Reading is bliss.
At the 2016 Tokyo Art Book Fair I finally picked up a copy of Seiji Kumagai’s miniature photobook SEIJI (Banquet, 2002).
The book is designed as a tiny version of a big camera, the Plaubel Makina, a 6x7 medium format rangefinder. Cleverly, the images in this book are all smaller than the actual film frames of Fuji Acros film they were captured on. The book’s content is a collection of portraits and snapshots- it’s a fine addition to any bookshelf. Certainly there’s got to be space for it on yours.
Photographer: Seiji Kumagai website
Ordering Information here: SEIJI
I write about you. You’ll find yourself in my pieces; in my poetry; in every prose I make. But I juggle around the lavishness of literature to hide what I can’t tell.