Oh, well. I totally saw this coming: the month without books. I dutifully read my two sentences every morning at 5.50 am, before closing my eyes in the hope of gaining 20 more minutes before having to get off the bus and face
my job the world outside but my heroic efforts clearly weren’t enough. Next time. Or not. Whatever.
Here are some May photos instead of my usual unimaginative documentation of book titles. Because looking at poppies feels good.