The book stacks are speaking.
A few years back there was a kind of meme where people would take a photo of a stack of books and the whole of all the titles, themes, or author's names would be its own message.
I never really participated in that, but I do laugh frequently when I go to the local bookstore and see how books are arranged on the shelves. Whether on purpose or by accident, more than once the arrangement is fortuitous.
Sometimes it's not even the arrangement that matters. Sometimes the title of the book is enough, such as this one on having less and not shopping, available for you to buy while shopping.
My Instagram feed, known as one of the most boring in the world (I'm guessing), is often filled with artless filter-free photos of books. Usually it's what I'm reading next, but sometimes I'm in a bookstore and can't help myself.
Some are simply uplifting.
Sometimes I see a juxtaposition of intriguing titles that, while I can't put my finger on it, seems to have something deeper at work.
Sometimes I'm just a junior high boy.
It's become a kind of unofficial pastime of mine while in bookstores, looking for deeper, hidden meanings, hilarious ironies, or basic low-brow snickering in the arrangement and title of the materials on the shelves. You can learn a lot about our culture when you start to look for such things.