I'd like to own a book store. Imagine it, one of those old, weird, musty brown bookstores with three floors, thousands of books, millions of words and INFINITE ideas. All that knowledge in one place, it's no wonder those bookstore owners seem a little off, it must warp their head a little, rub off on them bit by bit. I wonder if any book store owner has read all of them..
Books are incredible, I mean people think that like computers are so amazingly advanced but when you get down to it, the simplicity of a book beats it. Instant information, right there, just turn the page and it appears, no loading times, no processing speeds, no need for a connection to anything.
I want to read lots of books... I want to grow old and have this massive room just filled with old, yellowy, dog-eared books. I'd walk in and meet with minds like Homer and Dante, Dostoevsky and Dickens, Shakespeare and Chekhov, Shaw and Plato and lose myself in worlds, ideas, beliefs...
So, though I doubt I ever will, I'd like to own a bookstore.
I wish that three storey book store in town didn't go.
ReplyDeleteIt's still there, it moved a couple of shop's down the street. Where that old art gallery was, it's nice, the blank characterless white walls juxtapose wonderfully with the old bookshelfs and aged books
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