My love for bookshelves

It is strange that no matter where I go I find myself stuck and staring infront of either a bookshelf or a painting.

The entire mis 'e scene of a bookshelf beautifully stacked transcends me to another dimension. Probably to a space of how the person might have stacked those books or bought those books or what was the person thinking while reading those books or what was the author thinking while writing those books.

'A spiral world of...Alice in Wonderland'