The Inner Library
On memory, symbol and the books we carry.
Each of us carries an inner library: not only the books we have read, but the scenes, sentences and symbols that have stayed with us.
Some shelves are orderly. Some are wild. A childhood image sits beside a line from a poem. A dream leans against a practical lesson. A memory we thought forgotten waits patiently for the right question.
To write is often to walk those shelves with a candle. You do not always know what you are looking for until something catches the light.
The work is not to own more books, but to become more honest about the ones already living inside you.