I was reading a novel in daylight today
with a deadline to finish it before this evening
and I remembered the time travelling of books
when I was a child
reading all day
emerging drugged and reeling back into the present
blinking and stupid knowing only
that you had been somewhere else
that time had passed
that you were no longer the same
as you were when you set out
It is all quantum physics and Schrodinger’s cat
inside a book
locked inside a book
possibilities being both alive and dead
at the same time right up until you open it
oo that magic of disappearing into a book
ReplyDeletelovely, yes, that sense of being transported, changed
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