My house is full of books, anyone who’s been there will tell you that. Too full of books, I’m trying to get rid of them, honestly. But now and then they have their uses, not just for entertaining-and-inspiring-prose or looking-up-how-to-spell-things.

I opened a book a while ago, to read it I assume, and this fell out of the middle. I asked my Mum about it and she didn’t know anything, the book is apparently second-hand. There isn’t any writing on the back, no name or anything. It was probably being used as a bookmark. But how cool is this photo?! You could print it up bigger and hang it framed in your stylish city-fringe living room, or put it on the cover of your poetry/coming-of-age-novel/mild-British-whodunit-book or folk/emo/experimental-electronica-album. Which sounds disparaging, but it’s not. I think this photo is cool, and wish I knew more about it.

When stuff falls out of books at my house it’s usually just silverfish and bus tickets, this was way cooler.