Saturday, 3PM. Just packed 10 boxes of books.
Not have lunch yet. A bit hungry. OK.
Forget the load of work first. I need energy!
Pick up "84 Charing Cross Road" & prepare to have tea.
Look into the letter box, a postcard therein.
Can't wait. Take it out and go to "Take a Break".
Here's the picture not being posted here.
A bookshop girl sitting at the very corner of a cafe,
glancing at "The Elephant House" & "84 Charing Cross Rd".
Of course... it's not "The Elephant House" cafe;
Of course... she's not J.K. Rowling, or Helene Hanff...
But the postcard and the book are in the same tone,
no matter in terms of appearence and sensation...
And, funny enough, the girl was drinking hot cocoa,
exactly what recorded in the postcard.
Interesting interception. Interesting feelings.
P.S. I wonder who knows what I'm talking about.
But who cares!