A trickle of sun through lead light windows, the creak of an oak plank beneath my feet, and a whisper in time as a thousand stories hold their breath. It’s a new day in the hallowed halls of Plantin-Moretus Museum, Antwerp’s original 16th century printing house. The spines of renaissance tomes beckon, the delicate print of pages born centuries ago tracing 400 years of history or more. I wonder, how many tales are told within these walls, and how many lives I will have lived if I ever finish them all?