Hot damn, what an image—one I’ve seen many times, too, and been angry at my books for curling.
Taffeta V.When it’s humid like it is today, heavy & muggy, I think about all those years I spent in the bookstore, and the way covers of paperbacks on the tables near the door would curl up in the damp, like slow motion films of flowers blooming, each one making the C-shape of The Great Wave off Kanagawa