Sunday, February 13, 2011
Opening the door, I was at once engulfed by heavy-coated, floppy-hatted people swarming about tables of books, between the aisles of books, among the dolls and magnets and puppetry inspired by the fantastical or real of books. I was having a bit of a hard time processing it all—I'd only merely happened upon it—and so I climbed the stairs to a mid-point landing to look out upon the vastness. I was snapping this photograph when a young man came and stood beside me—two passengers, we were, on the book balcony of a ship.
"And it goes on," he said, "and on, doesn't it?"
"It absolutely does," I said.
And may it always.