07
Apr/2008

by blinovitch

Last night, I had one of those bookstore dreams. You know the type: your dreamself is browsing in a bookstore or library and there are all these titles you've never heard of before, but wish were real. At the time, they all seem like perfectly normal titles and you just wish you had the time or money to read them all. It's only afterwards, when you've woken up, perhaps when you're thinking if you can squeeze in a trip to the shop to pick up the title that's floating through your head at the mome... Read More