I never read my library books very well, if at all. Perhaps this comes from my lack of commitment to them: if I have not wrangled internally over spending money then I am gleefully free to flip through them in service to my consumption of empty whimsies. It's not that I have to make myself read books I do buy, I just read them, that's all. But I am resolving here and now to read, really read books from the library. Give them space to breathe and hours.

I happened into the aisle where books are titled "The Unbound Prometheus", "The White Man's Burden", "The Road to Hell", "One with Ninevah", and "The Agony of Mammon". The apocalypse is at the library. Who knew?