Bookstore
I was at Joseph Beth Booksellers this evening, but not to browse books, rather I was there for a sci-fi meeting. It was hard to concentrate. I kept looking over at the rows and rows of books. Political books were to my left with fiction right behind that. (was there a message there?) Art books were behind me, and biographies to the right. Oh, how I wanted to go touch them. To run my fingers along the spine. To smell the ink.