I see my life pass before my eyes

From Open Letters Monthly magazine, In Defense of the Memory Theater by Nathaniel Schneider.

As I look over my own shelf, I see my life pass before my eyes. The memories grafted onto each volume become stirred and awakened by a glance at the spine, which presents itself to be touched, opened, and explored. Without the bookshelf's landscape to turn to, that manifest remainder from a lifetime of reading, how would one think? What would one write?