“The way most people browse, it’s as if they’ve stepped into a temple or church. This is not riffling through hangers on the clearance rack or tossing canned corn into the cart. No, this is browsing. It even sounds drowsy: to browse. Heart rates slow. Time disappears. Serious people turn into dreamers again. They play frozen statues on the floor, chew their fingers, pull the flaps of pop-up books.”
i love the book store
