Music has a profound ability to shape our experience of the world. The physical space around us can be identical, but the music mediates our engagement with it. And the effect comes upon us even if we don’t expect it.
The shaping power of my little library goes beyond the suggestion to bury myself in Dostoevsky. The library is my life history collected across volumes; these are the ideas and stories that have formed me.
When you’re largely stuck indoors, even the building next door becomes special. And I see how this house blocks the sun, how it abuts the little walkway between our buildings that makes me feel cramped and unwelcome. No wonder I rarely step through here.