“The sensation felt when touching paper differs from the coldness of metal or the perfection of plastic as it radiates a core warmth that we expect to come from a living object. Each fiber greets our hands in a comfortable, familiar tradition that we were introduced to as children, and constantly thereafter in school and at work. Most of the paper we use is bleached perfectly white with just enough texture to reliably meet the rubber rollers of a copy machine. Yet once in a while we are fortunate enough to encounter the kind of graphic design that not only visually stimulates, but that we can also taste with”

The Reactive Square
– John Maeda

We love reading as to where it started, we couldn’t tell. It probably began during those times when our mum reads baby books while they are still carrying us on their wombs. Our favorite authors write their stories and the next day we talked about it. Yes, we do love everything that are scribbled on every white page that we indulge ourselves into; it’s within our system that we could no longer get rid of it for all eternity.

Books are one thing we cared for and there rest our imaginary friends, our heroes, and our beloved. In this tiny piece of art is where we could fly, be in space, meet the aliens and conquer the universe. We could live in high castles, have our own kingdoms and live as king and queens or princes and princesses. And we could also exist among the mermaids and other sea creatures. Indeed, these books can fulfill the longing and emptiness in which reality could never provide.