Shelf
Books, and what became of them. State is in the mark itself: a book fills as it is read, and stands empty when it was set down with the slip still in it.
Started it for the language, staying for the staging.
Slow going. Sanskrit terms I look up twice a page.
The churning is told twice and the second telling contradicts the first.
Two volumes. I am a quarter through the first.
A treatise on how to lay out a temple. Read it three times, understood it once.
Older, drier, and clearer on the same episode.
Read while the foundation was being dug, which was the right time.
Bought it in Hyderabad. The photographs did more for me than the text.
Every queue decision I have made since came from chapter eleven.
Read for work, kept for the site.
The chapter on stability patterns is why the queue rewrite went quietly.
Beautiful and slippery. I will come back to it.
Too far from what I actually needed this year.
Set down at chapter nine. I stopped reading and started drawing, which was the point.