“A room without books is like a body without a soul,” declared Cicero. Or at least is said to have said. I’ve been away for a few days for a very enjoyable mini-break but am glad to get back. To books. Silent friends with things to say. Artwork with a thousand words standing in for any number of pictures.
Books are like wallpaper: they clad the walls. No repeating patterns here, nor monochrome magnolia. Here is texture, here is an interactive installation.
Knickknacks break up the intimidating mass: treasured items, family photos, trinkets.
It’s taken a while to transfer, decorate, sort out, reconfigure — but now that it’s done it’s time to enjoy.
‘Tis evening on the moorland free, | The starlit wave is still: |Home is the sailor from the sea, |The hunter from the hill. — A E Housman
Home sweet home.