How often are things set in stone, where you can't hit the delete key? How often are we confident enough in our thoughts, arguments, or ideas to make them last a long time? In volume seven, we've committed a whole bunch of great stuff to the page.
There are the rapidly deteriorating spomeniks of the former Yugoslavia – monuments the people would rather forget.
There is the remarkable life of Ralph Izzard: explorer, family man and intelligence officer, who witnessed some of the most iconic moments in history, but whose story has only been told in grabs – until now.
There's Nicholas Felton, who meticulously catalogues his life in detailed annual reports. And Molloy and Sons, the last of their kind, making traditional tweed in the northwest of Ireland. On the cover, there's the work of John Casey, who has been literally making his mark in a New York stamp shop for 30 years. And Ira Glass, whose thoughts mostly escape into the ether via radio.
It's all there on the page. In ink. Permanent.