Caveat: Bound

[broken link! FIXME] ImagesWaking up from a dream fragment, this morning:

I was in the book bindery (University of Minnesota Press, where I worked 1987~1989), making a book. I was physically making the book. Stitching the spine, applying the glue and binding cloth, hammering out the curves of the hardcover "fit." Then I gave the book to someone – a coworker. It wasn't at the hagwon – it was some moribund office career.

I asked the guy later, "What do you think of my book?"

He stared at me with fish-eyes, saying: "Well, it seems basically like one of your basic 400 page fiction novel things."

So I ask, "Did you read it?"

He shrugs and says, "No."

Obviously, I'm struggling with anxieties with respect to my writing.

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