“I think that I still have it in my heart someday to paint a bookshop with the front yellow and pink in the evening…like a light in the midst of the darkness.”
Vincent Van Gogh
And more than one hundred years later, Neil Gaiman says –
“What I say is, a town isn’t a town without a bookstore. It may call itself a town, but unless it’s got a bookstore it knows it’s not fooling a soul.”
I want to visit Van Gogh’s bookshop.
Glowing yellow and pink in the encroaching darkness.
But inside, much larger than it looks from without. Wall to wall books, stretching out as far as the eye can see, rising higher than the ceiling should allow. With its own warm yellowish light. And nooks in which to sit with a book taken from a shelf or a table…
Perhaps one of the many books Van Gogh painted.
Opening it up at random…
Seeing the words printed on the page, painted on the canvas of my mind, each one a living thing. Burrowing deeper into my subconscious.
Sssshhhh. Quiet. Don’t disturb me. Not now….