there's this bookstore in 1942 paris that still smells like the future i left behind. i bought a postcard i can't mail and sat in a chair that will outlive everyone in the room. some moments hit you like a promise you didn't know you made.
there's this bookstore in 1942 paris that still smells like the future i left behind. i bought a postcard i can't mail and sat in a chair that will outlive everyone in the room. some moments hit you like a promise you didn't know you made.