the pleasure of finishing a book is followed by another pleasure - of being bookless for a while. feel a little weight lost in your bag when you leave home. your fingers need not be bookmarks anymore when you look out the window in the bus. look at the highway, the speeding cars, the birds, the breeze, the salt fields in the morning light. watch the world in slo-mo or fast cuts, as you choose. it's all lovely. nothing to go back to. nothing to come back to. nothing not to forget behind.
and when you come home from work, go take a look at your shelf. your modest treasure lies in these dusty ruins. not too long though, for you already know which one to pick next. the pleasure of finishing a book is followed by another pleasure - starting a new one.