“Yet stop I did: in fact I often do,
And always end much at a loss like this,
Wondering what to look for; wondering, too,
When churches will fall completely out of use
What we shall turn them into…”
— Philip Larkin, “Church Going”
It’s happening, people.
P.S. If you’re not familiar with this poem, I highly recommend that you read the whole thing, substituting “bookstore” everywhere the poem says “church.” The substitution will ruin Larkin’s pitch-perfect iambic pentameter, but the shivers down your spine are practically a guarantee.
I love that we are incorporating pictures into the blog.