patiently awaiting a box of books from small press caketrain. ordering books (though nothing can truly replace the feeling of picking out books in person; tasting small bits before committing, rocking back on your heels in excitement over a sentence, the smell & the weight of them, the odd position in the corner of the store whilst pouring over them) makes me think of being a kid, when there were mail order book catalogs passed out in school. i would order: 'my teacher is an alien', roald dahl titles and books from the goosebumps series. when those books came, fresh and pages smelling of ink, i was in a sort of word heaven, lost in strange worlds. i'm glad i'm still able to transport this way, to still be excited by the physical arrival of books.