A very short post today to capture a thought that just came to me: the unread items in your bookmarks or reading list might represent the person that you wish you were. Those that you’ve read—or that never make the list because you have to read them right that moment—might represent the person you currently are.
I don’t know if this will hold up, even just for me. It sort of holds up when I look at my reading list now—longer pieces about this or that topic that I want to know more about so that I can be perceived as a person who knows about it. Why do I save them? Is it still useful to save them? That’s something I’d like to think more about.
I fully endorse buying books that you’ll never read. I think there’s symbolism in thinking about buying the book. In the act of buying the book. In occasionally spotting the book weeks or months or years into the future. Why not bookmarks, too? What if bookmarks occasionally presented themselves at random?
Actually, that’s something that I sort of want, now. I want for bookmarks to present themselves, maybe even based on some information that’s known about me. Maybe just at random. Who knows. It’s fun, actually, just writing in order to explore this thought. Even more fun to just hit publish on writing like this.