Books in the mail, delivered in a heavy cardboard husk. Pull the ripcord, shell out the books. They smell of libraries, of many papers side by side with metallic undertones of ink. Thick, flexible, a heft in the hand. They weigh a multitude of words. I flip through the pages catching glimpses of an undiscovered world. One day soon, with my bookmark walking staff in hand, I will open the cover and begin my exploration.