“The unread story is not a story; it is little black marks on wood pulp. The reader, reading it, makes it live: a live thing, a story.”
Ursula K. Le Guin, Dancing at the Edge of the World: Thoughts on Words, Women, Places
Photography by Jonathan Wolstenholme
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I propose an alternate version:
“The unread story is an egg waiting to hatch; the undiscovered treasure; the bloom waiting for winter’s end.”
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That’s a beautiful way to put it!!!
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