I love bookstores. I don't even consider a town worth being in if there is no bookstore.
It's because I love paper. I love the smell of new paper, and the smooth feeling of it. I love the selection of things I can use with that paper... pencils, pens, erasers, sharpeners, scissors, glue, paint, rulers, paper-clips, stencils, all of it...
But mostly I love the idea of a clean, new and completely unused notebook/sketchbook and the potential it holds. The idea that a clean page can potentially show anything you want it to with a little work.
That idea actually runs so deep within me that I often can't get myself to leave used pages in otherwise unused notebooks or sketchbooks, I have to tear those pages out, lest I limit the countless possibilities for how to use the rest of the book.
I love paper so much that when I found out I was to start education as a web-designer, I immediately set out to buy a block of huge sheets of graph paper, a brand new hardback notebook, a 24 piece set of graphic pencils and a portfolio case for all of it to fit in. Even though it's actually much easier for me to work with software only.
I would just hate it if I didn't have the possibility to work with paper, not have that tactile feeling of the graphite or ball-point moving over that grainy-smooth surface as my hand tries to keep up with my head.
So yeah, I love bookstores and that may make me a bit weird, but I can live with that.
Friis out...
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