incarnated fleshed out library

Old notes to savour with the morning coffee:

The alphabet of my DNA shapes certain words, but the story is not told. I have to tell it myself.
What is it that I have to tell myself again and again?
That there is always a new beginning, a different end.
I can change the story.
I am the story.
Begin...

(Jeanette Winterson)

In my workplace, the library, someone dug up an artwork the other day, and placed it at the information counter. The words on it:
New spring
according to
thy own lust


I am an incarnated fleshed out library...