Charlotte Moore-Lambert

near the end of my shift today, I did a quick reenactment of how I’ve spent the last several shifts: pulling books down, one by one by one, and updating their prices or moving them to the dollar shelves. this afternoon was pretty quiet, and I spent the last hours working to a soft soundtrack of Mozart, Elliott Smith, and Israel Kamakawiwoʻole and thinking about what a privilege it is to have a wrist cramp from being paid to touch too many books.