#Notebook #27

A book lays open on the table.. a book he picked from the in cafe library..three shelves covered in dog-eared paperbacks..some classics..sci-fi.. he chose a thriller..a British murder mystery,, slipped through some pages..read some underlined passages…red lines drawn by previous owners…readers…passerbys…various lines for various tastes.. the optimistic..the morbid..macabre.. and that touch of English rain that stains a book..inviting him to dive into the abyss of mankind..the mechanism of death..the beginning of the end.



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