Had the strangest dream. It felt both delightful and mysterious. Within this dream mountains of books were being given away. The bookstore was a strange blend of Medieval stone, iron, and wood with clean, ultramodern minimalist architecture. People were hurrying in and out with armloads of books. Some lingered, stood about, sat around, puckering up chins and lips in odd, almost comedic facial expressions while alternately plucking at and caressing pages of paper. Books, books, ¡BOOKS! everywhere here in New York City! Twas a mad, merry frenzy of books as if it was a scene in some weird Neo-Disney Noir movie. Continue reading →