On the one hand, the literary object has no substance but the reader’s subjectivity … But on the other hand, the words are there like traps to arouse our feelings and to reflect them towards us … the work exists only at the exact level of his capacities; while he reads and creates, he knows that he can always go further in his reading, can always create more profoundly, and thus the work seems to him as inexhaustible … Thus the writer appeals to the reader’s freedom to collaborate in the production of his work.

— Jean-Paul Sartre, 1967

Returning to a book after a decade reveals something previously missed. Not just that the text has changed, but that the reader has. Each re-reading becomes a different encounter.

This space began as a place to attend to those encounters.