The Useless Book Club looked up and saw what they had begun. Great blocks of marble towered above their heads, steel pipes jutting out like the ribcage of a giant beast. Within, there would be shelves, rows of them stretching as far as the eye could see.
And on those shelves they imagined they could see links to blogs about short fiction, poetry and book reviews. There would be descriptions too, hints at what lies beneath the dusty covers.
It was real and, one day, it would be finished for all to see.
You can now find the Useless Book Library here.