I was walking in a mall one delightfully snowy evening, in a perfectly content mood, when this display caught my eye. It wasn't the clothes designed for the person who hates color that ruined my happy demeanor. No, it was the blatant destruction of books used to highlight such boring ensembles. Torn up books, books just hanging by a page from the walls, and books just tossed onto the floor like yesterday's garbage. It hurts my soul.
But it does look cool and I think that what upsets me the most. I hate that I like it. Damn you, Club Monaco!