My girlfriend has informed me that my last blog post reads not unlike a 4chan post. Apologies for that, dear reader.
I've been visiting the bookstore downtown more often recently. I can feel it creeping up to become my go-to spot to hang out after work whenever I have to wait for the bus. The internet has practically all the information you could ever need, but there's something about being in a physical bookstore, free from algorithms and unbeholden to trends, that still feels irreplacable.