Photographs by Ourit Ben-Haïm
Traditionally, my greatest fear has always been to be somewhere with a great deal of time to absorb, and discover I had nothing to read. I believe the first time this horror came upon me was while standing i(or often sitting) in the interminable line waiting to register for classes at UCLA. In my life I have had maybe four certifiable panic attacks and that afternoon on the sidewalk outside the Administration Building was one of them.
Being an addictive personality, I commonly wore a jacket (yes, sometimes tweed) around campus to provide me with sufficient pockets for an extra book or two and at least three packs of cigarettes even though I seldom smoked even one in a day.
I have admitted before that I have a book in just about every room or corner of my house, car, and patio, just in case I sit down and don’t feel like (especially in my old age) moving for awhile. I commonly say I don’t watch television and that’s mostly true, but I do put it on to create background noise so the dogs don’t bark at every car that goes by. If I happen to sit down when the television is on, I enter a zen state where my eyes glass over, my brain undergoes a shutdown procedure, and both of my dogs jump up to cuddle with me. The only emotion I have then is the guilt of not getting up and going into the office and resuming my reading (although snuggling with the puppies is always good for the soul).
Mike, your house sounds like a dream to me (books in every corner of every room)! And I love a man in tweed :). I’m sorry to hear about your panic attacks, having had a few myself, I know how unbearable they can be… though in my opinion there is no better addiction to have than an addiction to reading. That’s why I almost always have a messenger bag on me, with four to five books in there at all times.
These photos are so lovely–I can’t think of better subject matter.
superlike! they all look intent on the books in their hands… ^^
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