Within the hallowed halls of Powell’s Books in Portland, OR with a next-to-nothing budget is not an easy thing to be for book-cravers. But it also picques the selectional impulse somewhere thrumming in our genetic bands. Survival of the “fittest” given current conditions and some self-observation through excruciating choice.
What came back with me:
what did not , purely due to economic constraints, and set aside at the last possible moment (at closing):
equivalency finds for my wife:
now to prepare pictures of those immaterial experiences – the fleeting profounds – that happen as we go
to be posted soon