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 in the mountain villages of China. I reveled in the ancient tradition of tea brewing. I let my soul be swallowed by poems of grief, loss, and hope. magic of redwood forests
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.