At some random mommytown-suburb train station… a book exchange. Free. Take a book to read on your journey. Bring it back. Swap it. Leave a book. A culture of literacy. I’ve spotted little temples to thinking like this in England and Wales, in big cities and small towns. Imagine being a kid growing up around a culture that loves books like this… you have an advantage of several hundred years of moral, intellectual and technological development – compared to a kid that knows only screens, glamorized gangster subcultures and exposure only to the cognitive frameworks of political activists. God have mercy, you’ll NEVER catch up. The little kid can go explore worlds. Grandma can have a magazine to page through. The student can escape her nerves with a thriller or a romance. The business man can remember what it feels like to feel, away from the spreadsheets for a few brief pages. A little bit of everything. A little something for everyone. A beacon of illumination in a barren intellectual wasteland of a world.