I feel such hope whenever I walk into a bookshop.
I call this particular hope “Near Eureka.”
Maybe I’ll find the book I’ve been looking for, the book I need.
I don’t know what it’s called or who wrote it or if it’s paperback or hardbound, or if it’s fiction, poetry, art or non-fiction or a big-format book with instructions for building 16 different paper airplanes.
If only I can be attentive enough, I might find it.
It might let me find it.
And that’s why I need time to deep-browse the bookshop, like a cow at pasture.
And that’s why I may end up reading a lot of books.
song of the day: schlummert ein
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I feel exactly the same way. Exactly. It's like a holy grail of sorts.
Oh yes, that describes the addiction perfectly. Schlummert ein was extraordinarily peaceful and beautiful. Lorraine Hunt is awesome!
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