I don’t really read books, I’m more of a magazine reader, but oddly enough I do like going to bookstores. I think that’s maybe because I feel like they make me smarter than I really am, as if a tiny bit of all that knowledge that’s just staked on the shelves, somehow gets transferred to me though the air like wifi. I especially like old books, the kind where the pages have yellowed around the edges and where they smell aged and musty. It doesn’t really matter what’s on their pages, I just like being in the company of books.