on that desk there are piles of books i have begun, and they have sat there for months.
f picked up tafsir wa mufassirun: you’re reading this? no, shame-facedly. but i should be. i keep it there to remind myself. also the host of other pieces, the wisdom of ancient cosmologies, the autobiography of maryam jameelah, the history of islamic philosophy – the list grows. they are no longer reminders, as time has left them without meaning. now they are only paper bound and printed, because more requires time.
time.
