THE TINY BOOK.
Lately, I’ve been finding myself wandering into bookshops. I’m not sure what it is about them that intrigues me so much. Perhaps its the classic musk of coffee in the air or the vast varieties of stories, knowledge, and wisdom that lies merely a couple feet away. Or maybe its the simple charm of the place with the old cashier in the corner with old eyes and a cheeky smile. I feel like...