I sometimes ponder the fate of my books.
Will anyone read them a hundred years from now?
Will libraries still have them on their shelves?
Will they even exist?
One of my friends recently suggested that my books are merely an attempt to negate my mortality and live forever. This is not true, of course.
Books aren't even close to a suitable replacement for my desire to live forever.
Worse than ceasing to exist or never being read, what if my books end up in a place like this, alongside titles like these: