My Read-It-Later bookmark apps
Are full of isolated Its.
No Later ever comes to Read.
What comes is simply FOMO, Guilt
When every time I hit that Save,
That Pocket, Raindrop, Ribbon, Heart.
And then there are the Paperbacks.
They overflow all tables, beds.
My Kindle scroll is infinite.
Two other words soon rescue me:
“Tsundoku” of the Japanese,
And Eco’s “Anti-Library”.
They both remind humility:
There’s more, much more, to read, to know.
The Unread are our talismans.
Minakhi Misra 