you can feel it
the sky is different, the colour of the air is different
today is Bookstore Day
maybe it's a sad day
or maybe it's a day you want to celebrate
maybe you need a distraction
a challenge
a reward
it doesn't matter
it's Bookstore Day
head to the one you love the best
out of all of the ones you love the best
two stories worth of stories
and every word in the universe
the one with the bearded guy
who always hangs out by the staff picks
and vocally argues with the dust jackets
although he occasionally makes a good point
and you both agree that the adult colouring craze
is more than just a bit maudlin but okay as long as the gin is cold
only the best store will do on Bookstore Day
pause at the top of the escalator
and ignore the surprised grunts of the riders behind you
for this is your moment of potential
the moment before your next book
it might be the inspiration you were looking for
it might be the frustration you need to vent
it might be something about mystical time travel to the 19th century,
where romance, daily rape and cholera
are only a dashing rogue in skirt away
because nothing contrasts quality literature
like really really really bad literature
or James Patterson
and sometimes that sort of thing can be a bit of a palette cleanser
or to switch metaphors
a laxative
it's all good on Bookstore Day
you should probably step away from the escalator now
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