Hollow-ween

Halloween.

It's not about trick or treating. It's not about dressing up.

It's about remembering.

Those who came before us and are now gone.

What passed and is now gone.

When I get a new book in my hands, I break its back. Open it wide and then inspect the crack in its spine.

I'll flip the pages and bury my face in them, breathing in the scent of ink and recycled paper.

I sometimes even fold the corner of a page.

I don't mind if I scratch my furniture and it's alright if they get dusty from time to time.

I wear expensive shoes when I drive my car and it doesn't matter if the heels get some scuffs.

It's okay if my necklace is missing a bead or two or if my tights have a tear.

Things are made to be used.

People are made to be loved.