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Recovered Fragment: Biblioteca de Mompox

The image in the header of this blog made me think of it: the library in Mompox, Colombia.

Books buckling under heat and humidity, page edges shearing off, dusting the shelves.

Francisco couldn’t fathom why there wasn’t a single Gabo book in the collection.

I was stuck on:

  • the fact they order books only once every year or so.
  • the sadness I felt that no books were being preserved.
  • the curiosity I felt about the librarians’ work.

What did they do all day?

What are they doing now?

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