Bookstoring

I have a shift in the bookstore today and sometimes I feel I am in a play, part without lines.

A couple of musicians are standing outside of the bookstore door, smoking and talking US politics.

-       But, man, we are musicians, and our mission is….. fun?

Two other musicians are coming out of No Se, a bar my bookstore attached to. One of them was supposed to fly out to Brazil, but he forgot his flight was today. Of course, he did.

-       Do not mention God, it is a social faux pas…

Sentences I read in a book are trying to cross over, before I put a book back on a shelf.

Conversation outside moved from God to Marvel.

Meanwhile: “She was thereby implicated in possibly the greatest sin a reader could commit with a book in the eyes of the educated literary critic – she wanted to get something out of it” – Alain de Botton, The Romantic Movement.

-       Do you know, how Zeus was transforming himself to sleep with all these women?

-       No! Tell me more! – says a gay musician.

-       Smoke!

So many words at once.

I feel overwhelmed and anxious.

I do not wish to participate in that play, but my physical placement in the theater of today doesn’t leave me much choice.

The movements of words between 5 people.

Two languages at once, Russian in my head and a twisting plot of a novel, I am browsing through.

Reality is swirling like a tornado.

-       Maximon was hired to protect fishermen’s wives, but ended up sleeping with all of them.

-       As a smoke!

All paths lead back to Zeus.

-       I finally know better! It only took me 60 years.

Never ending cigarette smoke. Smoke. We are at it again.

The Avett Brothers repertoire rehearsal in the bookstore. And “La Boheme” rehearsal on the way from the bathroom through the bar my bookstore is attached to.

…“I wish I was a sweater wrapped around your hips”… - The Avett Brothers lyrics.

I wish guys to get paid really well for that gig.