On dust and being human.

Not a thing I saw or heard or read or learned today moved me as much as getting to look at my excellent poet friend's very new copy of the very new Library of Dust. Rather than sum up its story here, I'm going to send you to a better (and more thoroughly illustrated) source: the blog of the person who wrote one of this book's essays. I'm haunted by the sure knowledge that I'd read about this project, or heard about it somehow, before now--even though I have no idea where, or how, or when. It's an extraordinary piece of work, one very much worth your while.

source for today's image: David Maisel's Library of Dust, by way of Geoff Manaugh's BLDGBLOG.