The Bookmarkings of Real Life
Ever come across an old book and find yourself more fascinated with your own markings than what’s originally written on the page? Sometimes the memories of wrestling and parsing a text overshadow the text itself. And nothing’s wrong with a bit of nostalgia. But what’s more rousing is when I discover I’ve stripped old annotations off the pages I admired and then courageously lived some of them out. What if my whole life became a wonderful piece of literature for someone else to bookmark? What might they highlight or underline or scribble in their private margins of doubt or curiosity?