A book shop, an art
gallery and a café. Also, I will have that same drink thanks.
I’ve been there
already, maybe a dozen times, but that’s irrelevant. I will go there again just
to make sure that the city is still alive and I’m not some kind of ghost
roaming these streets.
After all, who wants
to be a ghost?
New things will come
your way, like they always do away from home, but revisiting places that made
it special years ago is, in a way, like exploring the city anew.
You can’t beat the familiar
sensation of going to the very same book shop and repeating the old trick: buying
a book simply because you like the cover, the first sentence or the name of the
author.
So watch me carefully drag David Prete’s August and Then Some from the
beautifully charred piles of book wreckage…
