More specifically concerning: bookstores
let no man speak
13 December 2015, around 9.49.
It has been a wretched week. Black cats crossed my path, a man missing a leg turned up on my doorstep claiming to live in my apartment, the car which I have the use of declined to start, and the rain – normally a solace – has almost seemed a blight. For consolation I turned […]
25 June 2017, around 9.42.
The days are warm; even the stacks of books at the local bookstore relax into a puddle on the floor, unable to withstand the heat.