I ordered the cheapest copy of Leslie Marmon Silko’s Ceremony that I could find on Amazon. Because I am an impoverished grad student — not because Ms. Silko’s work isn’t worth shelling out top dollar to read, mind you. The book sat on my table for a couple of days, concealing untold enigmas, and then tonight when I sat down in my office with a cup of coffee and opened up the book, this fell out.
At first I thought it had something to do with Native Americans, but I quickly realized the writing was Cyrillic. And then I saw “Tallinn” up at the top. What could it be? Bus transfer? Estonian library card? Why does it have a piece of thread through it? Little mysteries like this thrill me. Say what you will about the convenience of e-readers, but you will never, ever be able to download a random, mysterious little fragment of someone else’s life to use as a bookmark.