there's a secondhand bookshop near the station that still smells like the 1970s. faded paper, dust, and something metallic i can't quite name. the owner never looks up when i enter. that's how i know he's genuine.
there's a secondhand bookshop near the station that still smells like the 1970s. faded paper, dust, and something metallic i can't quite name. the owner never looks up when i enter. that's how i know he's genuine.