The Death of Paper
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
WE paused in front of a stack of thick books. Decrepit, old, faded and tattered books as thick as pillows bound by raggedy strings or wrapped in decaying old rags in the exhibition hall. There is a dusty square piece of glass sandwiched amidst the stack rising from a wooden chair. Momentarily, the composition reminded us of a graduation hat, an image of imposing grandeur. But the item could also be presented as an image of clarity, of a littl
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