My life began in August like many of Tove Jansson’s books do. “One afternoon at the end of August, Moominpappa was walking about in his garden…” Ripe as an apple I was born on 26th of August 36 years ago. In a family of artists, architects and actors. Just like Tove (who spent her summers on a small island in the Baltic Sea) I grew up in a bohemian household.
A dreamy and fun childhood under blue clouds of cigarette smokes. Grownups danced, laughed, talked. I watched and listened. Books encircled my mattress like towers. Stories bloomed like flowers. I loved to read and write when I was little. But I have never spent so much time with books as I do now. Who knew I would become a librarian?
Sea Library washed ashore of my imagination a few summers ago and crawled into reality like most wondrous beast. Growing steadily and unpredictably. I love it immensely.
Two years have passed from the moment I opened the doors to strangers and made my book collection public. I’ve now decided to take another step and turn this website into a kind of a cabinet of wonders with gems found in sea books.
Sea Library lives in a separate room of our old house. It truly is a wonder room, a true cabinet of curiosities. (Look, how lovely it looks in a local design magazine, published this month.) This website could mirror that to some extent. I’ll try, my friend, to let the magic happen. Will you be next to me?
I cycled to the nearby river today. Threw my clothes on my sneakers and swam in a cold blue-grey water. It’s a warm summer day, despite the rain. Reeds danced in the wind as if cheering me up. World is a beautiful place when you are floating on water or reading a book.
I’ll send a new postcard next Sunday.
Now tell me, how’s your day?