charlottecal2005
My favorite word . . . Vellichor: the strange wistfulness of used bookstores. Which are somehow infused with the passage of time, filled with thousands of books you’ll never have time to read, each in itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room an author abandoned years ago. A hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured.