Sometimes I love you people. In all your bonkers, unpredictable ways. Book, made not of opposites or contradictions - that would be too straightforward - but simply of the un-charted, un-networked, un-resolvable, barely comprehensible objects. Green wool felt (speak to me of forests and circles of nature); blue Lapis lazuli rock (tell me of ancient ritual, life and death); a handful of scrabble letters (read to me L, W, S, O, E, word it what you will); a chess piece (strategum and outwit me); a clown nose (false and true).
Book of Curiosities. Contains real hide. I ripped it myself from the tail end of a sleeping dragon.