Bookstores and bars are of the same nature. Filled with people who are actually very much alike.
In both you will find yourself amongst a group of individuals all searching for something. Searching for
a release,
a mask,
an identity,
an epiphany,
an escape,
peace of mind,
a companion.
These worlds seem to seldom collide, sadly. But if you happen to see, perhaps, a man with a pint in front of him and an open book in his hands…
Take note that you are gazing upon a completely content man.
That, or he is insane.
There may be little difference between the two. Who knows.
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