a story by Ben
How to survive a year of isolation, social distancing, Zoom-fatigue, and doom scrolling?
Books.
At least that’s what I tried. In the miserable year of 2020 (may it rest fitfully), I turned to books as a quiet solace. I did not have the words to express what I wanted, needed, felt. So I turned to the words of others.
In books we find a portal to new worlds. Some books help us to escape, while others hold up a mirror to our own world.
I read memoirs and science fiction and graphic novels. I learned about the ancient tradition of tea brewing in the mountain villages of China. I reveled in the magic of redwood forests. I let my soul be swallowed by poems of grief, loss, and hope.
If reading is an act of learning, then writing must be an act of remembering. I read some incredible books this year, ones that I hope to never forget. So this interactive essay will act as a commemoration, a bookend of sorts, but also a practice in remembering.
To all the books I read last year: thank you. Your pages pulled me through.