Every Book You Finish Is a Little Death — The 23-Year Reading Log Nobody Understands
A 23-year reading log isn’t a productivity tool or a vanity project. It’s a quiet memorial—a graveyard of former selves. Every finished book marks a version of you that no longer exists. The list doesn’t show continuity; it shows loss. In a distracted age, it forces you to ask: what are you documenting with your attention, and will you recognize the person who left that record?