i accidently lost myself for hours in another bookshop again, ravenous and emotionally affected by art and documentary photography and lives i never get to see into, but because of books. because of books... and i thought that maybe i will have to open a bookshop one day.
traveling through different countries i am exposed to so much printed matter that we just dont get at home. and so maybe i will have to make a bookshop of things that you just cant find or you dont see. really obscure. challenging. really real. small points of light.