This post about London’s Keith Fawkes bookstore beautifully articulates what books and bookstores are all about: “possibility, playfulness, discovery and, most importantly, mess . . . . [Because] it’s good for us, as human begins, to invent that method” necessary to make sense of the disorder and “madness.”
There are little patches of magic everywhere, though it seems they’re always getting harder to find. Yes, somewhere along we decided that what was convenient, clean and simple was better than the messy and impractical, but rather than lamenting this cleaning up of everyday life, I prefer to focus on how it makes us appreciate it all the more when we find things hidden, messy, old or superfluous.
So next time you’re walking along Hampstead High Street (or any high street) and start to resent seeing the same big names no matter where in the country you are, or realise that the reason you can’t find that weird quirky family business any more is that it’s been swallowed up by yet another Top Shop, don’t get upset, just get off the main road.
On Flask Walk, one of the many meandering little…
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