"John Koenig wrote of his creation that it meant:
the strange wistfulness of used bookstores, which are somehow infused with the passage of time — filled with thousands of old books you’ll never have time to read, each of which is itself locked in its own era, bound and dated and papered over like an old room the author abandoned years ago, a hidden annex littered with thoughts left just as they were on the day they were captured."
My plan for this blog is to not only capture the feeling you get when you walk into a bookstore, but also the feeling when you watch cream swirl with coffee, a rain drop roll down a window, a twinkle in someone's eye. These are a few of the many other things I find fascinating, and I have never been able to describe how it all makes me feel. I hope with this blog I can show, write and illustrate this feeling.