Without constraints I can spend hours in a good used bookstore. Without constraints, I could probably live in one.
But on any given occasion you will eventually need to eat, or go to the bathroom, go to work, or go to class. And if you’re with people? They won’t want to stay as long. Not as long as me.
Then there is the matter of ‘opening hours’… Don’t think I never thought of turning into a mouse and sticking around after closing.
And so one day, well over a decade ago, I was out with a bunch of friends and we stopped in at one of those bookstores that had more books than shelving space. One of those wonderful places where, at the time, not everything was in order. Things were scattered, and piled, and everywhere.
There is no better place than to dig for treasure.