recently discovered a huge border’s bookstore at wall street. two stories with a cafe. friendly staff and a meticulous arrangement of a wide selection of books that border on the obsessive-compulsive. maybe it’s the proximity to the lairs of bankers that lends it its kept, clean atmosphere. all that’s needed is the smell of disinfectant in the air and the place would be sterile.
found a book of course from the titles in the horror section, the most marginalized shelf in most bookstores.
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