"Imagine looking out a window at an environment that is particularly significant to you. What do you see? Explain how this environment relates to you and why it is significant." 300 word limit.
I really think I need a transition between the first and second paragraph. What do you think?
Just past Brasenose Lane and to the right of Cornmarket lies quiet little Turl Street. People rarely find themselves on "The Turl." I am not surprised by this-the reasons to be there are few. Besides being a back ally entrance to three lesser-known Oxford colleges, Turl Street is only home to Scriptum Bookshop. As I peer through the leaded glass window of this hole-in-the-wall store, I am bemused by the curious way in which the owner has arranged his stock. Never have I seen such a mishmash organization of items that would be treated with reverence by any respectable antiquarian collector. I see mangled manuscripts in need of rebinding and pages requiring the erasure of pencil marks from years gone by.
In my eyes, each individual book is a one-of-a-kind treasure. Every one of these books, I think to myself, deserves a chance to be held, to be read, to be restored. I want to share with the clearly negligent owner of Scriptum Books my knowledge of the "book arts," and my intense curiosity for the dusty and forgotten of this world. Through my restorative efforts, I have breathed new life into tomes once considered irreversibly derelict. I see nothing but potential-small projects stacked neatly, one on top of the other, taking the form of books.
Pity, Scriptum is closed tonight. I suppose there's always tomorrow.
I really think I need a transition between the first and second paragraph. What do you think?
Just past Brasenose Lane and to the right of Cornmarket lies quiet little Turl Street. People rarely find themselves on "The Turl." I am not surprised by this-the reasons to be there are few. Besides being a back ally entrance to three lesser-known Oxford colleges, Turl Street is only home to Scriptum Bookshop. As I peer through the leaded glass window of this hole-in-the-wall store, I am bemused by the curious way in which the owner has arranged his stock. Never have I seen such a mishmash organization of items that would be treated with reverence by any respectable antiquarian collector. I see mangled manuscripts in need of rebinding and pages requiring the erasure of pencil marks from years gone by.
In my eyes, each individual book is a one-of-a-kind treasure. Every one of these books, I think to myself, deserves a chance to be held, to be read, to be restored. I want to share with the clearly negligent owner of Scriptum Books my knowledge of the "book arts," and my intense curiosity for the dusty and forgotten of this world. Through my restorative efforts, I have breathed new life into tomes once considered irreversibly derelict. I see nothing but potential-small projects stacked neatly, one on top of the other, taking the form of books.
Pity, Scriptum is closed tonight. I suppose there's always tomorrow.
