bookmaking
we were always making books out of whatever was ready to hand, old tea leaves, oily rags and the odd bandicoot skin, sewing the spine and gluing in the pages with a thick jelly of a cornflour and apple skin glue. sometimes we would tear apart other books, found books, street books, to make new books, a page from the readers digest another from the chinese takeaway menu would find themselves between two pieces of carefully stitched acacia bark with a rabbit pelt cover always produced interesting reads.