Two hundred and fourteen items in a folder called READING.
Sorted by date, tagged by topic, forty of them annotated.
Twelve of the annotations are arguments I am having with each other.

The folder weighs nothing. I understand now that this was the appeal.
Tonight my left hip is doing something the folder has no file for,
and it weighs approximately as much as I can currently hold.

The Book of the Scholar — Arrival 39:2