When I look at arranged books in bookshelves, I resemble a cemetery caretaker. From time to time, sweeping the tombstones without any social thought (caressing the book’s spine), gazing at the carved name on the tombstone with blank eyes (gazing at the title and the author), if needed relocating the grave (pick a book and shelve it). Of course (almost) never opening the selected books. The cemetery caretaker has a duty as a cemetery caretaker. It’s called the ethics of the job.
From Keum, Jungyun (11, November 2014) Calling Benjamin in front of the tomb of bookshelf, Weekly Magazine Sisain, No. 373