[twowheels]

I saw a recently opened used bookstore today (yesterday, being past midnight) and decided to pop in to take a look. I walked around for a while and left empty handed.

The experience was surreal. After so many years of not reading a paper book I was looking at them and thinking they felt so foreign and awkward. I picked up a thick Steven King book and couldn't imagine myself lugging that thing around for a few weeks. Even the pulp sci-fI books, my favorites before, felt so strange.

I used to say how I'd miss the smell, the texture, the experience. Now I can't imagine going back.

I guess my conversion is complete. Even the nostalgia is gone.