heritage...

Whenever I find a check out slip left carelessly into a library book, I notice the person and the date of checkout. I always wonder if they actually used it as a bookmark and only made it this far, or if perhaps the bit of paper was tucked inside pages which were never opened. I momentarily indulge in literary fantasy and wonder if they enjoyed these words as much as I do, and then replace the paper and return the book. Sometimes I leave my own check out slip in the pages. It almost feels like a good kind of graffiti.