This week, I learned of this unbelievably awesome, beautiful, and fantastic thing that's happening in Scotland: someone is creating sculptures out of books, and leaving them around Edinburgh.
It started in March with a tree and an egg filled with words (that, when put in order, make Edwin Morgan's "A Trace of Words").
And, magically enough, it continued. There was a scene where a movie comes to life, with horses and men running out from a screen towards the filmgoers. There was a dragon nestled in a teacup. Another showed a child in a forest, with the inscription bearing the words "LOST (albeit in a good book)."