My dreams
My dreams were too good: the world paled beside them.
Labels: thought
Only in the bookshop, in the Good Bookshop, can you stumble across the book that you never knew you wanted, that will answer all the questions that you never knew to ask. It is there, waiting, but you cannot find it by searching. You must find it by chance. Somewhere on the shelf at the back, over to the right.
—Mark Forsyth
—Mark Forsyth
Wednesday, March 19, 2025
