Book stores are wonderful, inspiring places. And theatres. Dark theatres filled with audiences and the promise of a good show.
Book stores filled with undiscovered worlds, rows and rows of them, just waiting to be opened. There is beauty there, in the shadows and the alcoves and the corners.
Clothing stores are disheartening, a balloon that floats away. Soggy cereal. Lukewarm tea. The beauty is skin deep, tied up in cotton blends and washable colours. Beauty that bleeds and runs. Beauty that bleaches if you leave it in the sun too long.
A book left in the sun too long will spark. The words will catch fire, sear your soul.
But don’t be silly. A theatre will never be left in the sun too long.