Bookstore customer

I barely remember what it is like to enter a bookstore not being an author. It's only a vague feeling, almost too distant to catch. Every time I go to a bookstore I concentrate on it, trying to reveal this inside peal, I know of. I never took one of the books and slapped myself in the face with it. I took it in my hand, flicked through the pages, caught a sentence, dreamed of buying it.