Better pass boldly into that other world, in full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
— James Joyce, Dubliners
The Floating Library
The Library is Open…
Better pass boldly into that other world, in full glory of some passion, than fade and wither dismally with age.
— James Joyce, Dubliners
The Floating Library 
been following this for a while now. sad it had to end like this. thanks for everything
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“This web of time – the strands of which approach one another, bifurcate, intersect or ignore each other through the centuries – embraces every possibility. We do not exist in most of them. In some you exist and not I, while in others I do, and you do not, and yet in others both of us exist. In this one, in which chance has favored me, you have come to my gate. In another, you, crossing the garden, have found me dead. In yet another, I say these very same words but am in error, a phantom Time is forever dividing itself toward innumerable futures” (Jorge Luis Borges).
I’m thinking of you — or the phantasm of “you” I knew only ever through computer screen — and how technology affects, and even changes, the divide of loss. As if I might communicate with you. As if these words might be directed at someone, a “you” definable and clear, and not entirely lost. Maybe in some world, some time and space, they linger…
Thank you for leaving the library open for browsing.The Floating Library has been on my bookmarks bar, particular posts that I come to reread.
It breaks my heart to return and read this post. Sending good thoughts to the family. I am so sorry for your loss.