Friday, April 1, 2016

Thursday, March 31, 2016

When I open them, most of the books have the smell of an earlier time leaking out between the pages - a special odor of the knowledge and emotions that for ages have been calmly resting between the covers. Breathing it in, I glance through a few pages before returning each book to its shelf.

Kafka on the Shore by Haruki Murakami

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