ATELY I’ve been using a small, faded red sticky note as a bookmark, moved so far between perhaps seven or eight different volumes, the lightly adhesive edge gradually becoming less and less effective at holding on to anything and instead collecting more and more an alternate residue of microscopic dust, lint, and other things that, to feel again,” but I do not remember which book this word came out of, or indeed if I just crossed paths with it and the sticky note happened to be the closest paper to hand.
