Short conversation with KT today reminded me of the stacks. Decided to do something about at least one of them – the one sitting on the ledge under the sun, risking spontaneous combustion everyday.
Each time I head to the stacks, I’m filled with excitement yet ‘sadness’. Wow, look at all the stuff I haven’t read!! 🙂 I’ll never be able to finish reading them 😦 Even if I took another year out from work :p
But I still keep creating more stacks. What is wrong with me?! Sigh. I’m sure it’s an addiction. But the sight of those stacks is so… comforting 🙂
Even more so when they are no longer stacks but neat lines of colour and type 🙂