i love the feeling of textured pages, raised letters and serif fonts. the smell of a glue-bound spine, holding the paper together. the knowledge spills from the pages like leaves in the fall - colorful, vibrant, tingling in the mind's wind. the weight of a book is a solid one. it's a tangible hold on the intangible. a weight that speaks of permanence and a lasting nobility. it's the stories that whisper, the tales of wisdom, the facts and fiction. ornamental covers with scrolling gold letters, aged designs, titles stretched across the front and sides. fresh printed ink, the knowledge within.
don't get me wrong, there's nothing like other people or hanging out. but sometimes, i just need an escape, the words of someone with far more experience than i.
and there, my imagination takes flight.
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