Books, harbingers of secrets. One never knows what truly lies between their pages. Every word consumed shapes us, each in a different way. Just the act of pulling a tome from its shelf can illuminate in so many ways. So, in thanks for being so instrumental in transforming me throughout the years, I decided a reciprocation was in order.
I felt sick as I sliced into my first page. The oscillating blade shredded through its guts, carving out chunks of the warm paper. A permanent cloud of old, pasty dust hung in the air as I continued the mutilation. As the musty smell of an old library assaulted my nose, my thoughts were drawn to my victim, Elise.
In 1926, Elise Lathrop published Early American Inns and Taverns. Eighty-six years later one copy unwillingly found itself on my operating table. Now completed, where once it could only convey, it now truly embodies the hidden hideaways we all need from time to time.
This entry is part of 2012’s Project 365 – A Creative Thing a Week.
This one came out nice as well. How did the Multi-max work for you?
It was awesome, pick up a new blade for you and that made quick work of things. The only issue I had was as I cut down it created some tears and uncut bits of paper that prevented the pages from wanting to sit right. If you tired to close the book the pages didn’t want to fall back down. I had even glued the pages together on the edge first. I think next time I just shouldn’t go so deep all at once. I fixed it all in the end by just clamping the sucker down and re-gluing the edges.
Way cool!