What I like about this small book, Museum, are the various handmade papers found within: their colors and textures. Of course Billy Collins' magic words are the core. I printed them from page to page, dropping toward the tail and then swinging back up to the top of the page in an ecstatic release. The words are quite extraordinary. About paying close attention to things. As I was trimming the fore edges of the text sections for binding there accumulated a scattered pile of thin paper trimmings. They were so beautiful that I scanned them and then used the scan to make a printing plate and letterpress print the wrappers. Very satisfying, and this reminds me of serendipity. Reacting to things as they reveal themselves.