Idk anymore I just want to dissappear. I don’t know what I’m feeling.
History speaks to artists. It changes the artist’s thinking and is constantly reshaping it into different and unexpected images.
Every book, every volume you see here, has a soul. The soul of the person who wrote it and of those who read it and lived and dreamed with it. Every time a book changes hands, every time someone runs his eyes down its pages, its spirit grows and strengthens.