A few short paragraphs about working in a library.
Some observations on culture.
A picture of a cartoon character in the woods.
Every once in awhile the trickle of a third of a novel, or a hundredth of one.
A reflection on love, an old friend, the nature of turkeys, automated check in machines, or how to cook a baked potato.
Clerkmanifesto.
Each day here is a tiny step.
Maybe even most people who have come here, and taken a few steps, or a few dozen, or even a few hundred, and have tired of the small distance they cover, and they wandered away.
But each day another step is here nevertheless, with a view just enough different from anything else ever.
And day by day, every day, over the course of 12, 13, 14 years, all these tiny steps...
And suddenly you look around and...
Clerkmanifestoland.
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