Books. Writing and reading. Memory. Feelings. Senses. Smells. I have the habit to smell books before I buy them. I love their smell. My mind starts then wondering around, imagining an old writer, with ink and plume, sitting in a room, facing a lake, getting inspirations for a story. The smell of paper in her/his room. A cup of coffee on the side. a small bite to eat. Fog outside. Inside a soft music in the background. A, on top of everything, the smell of fresh ink, ready to create a geography of words on a blank paper.
There is so much about a book, that goes beyond its content and its cover. There is the story behind the story. And a subjectivized story...behind these juxtaposed multitude of other stories!
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