Over the past year, my personal library has grown fast and in unexpected directions. Not because I set out to build some impressive-looking wall of spines, but because curiosity kept dragging me down new paths and I let it.
This isn’t a themed collection. It isn’t tidy. It reflects how I think.
Some shelves lean toward art and photography. Others drift into history, libraries, maps, archives, and strange little intellectual side roads that don’t fit neatly into a category. There are books I return to repeatedly, books I haven’t cracked yet, and books that exist purely because they made my brain twitch in the best possible way.
Over the past year, I added books that challenged me, annoyed me, confused me, and occasionally kicked my assumptions in the butt. 73 physical books and 66 in e.pub format for a total of 139 in 2025. Let’s make it 140 before 2026 in a couple of weeks.
One book leads to another, which leads to a third I didn’t know I needed until ten minutes after I finish an unrelated title but somehow there was still a curious connection to. That wandering is the point.
Looking ahead to next year, the plan is not to slow down but to refine. Fewer impulse adds. Deeper dives. More intentional gaps filled. More strange overlaps discovered. I want this library to continue functioning as a working tool, and a reference system.
If you browse the catalog and feel a little disoriented, good. That means it’s doing its job.
This is a library built for curiosity, not comfort. Borges would be proud.
