Every page here is an escape hatch disguised as a story.
Margins Abound isn’t a single shelf, or even a single voice—it’s a room you stumble into where the books don’t seem to have come from the same place, yet somehow speak to each other when you’re not looking.
Each work carries its own mood, its own handwriting, as if the author might be someone different every time. The only thread is that they all belong here—quietly waiting, quietly connected, for the reader who notices more than they’re meant to.
What you take from this place depends on how you enter it. Some will find one book and leave. Others will sense a pattern and stay longer. And some—just a few—will keep finding their way back, certain there’s more.
“Stories aren’t told here—they’re planted.”
- The Curator