There is nothing (NOTHING) as relaxing as reading. Or if not actually reading, at least the thought of it: Even the sole idea conjures images of lazy afternoons and evenings drifting by with the mellow aroma of tea brewing in the distance.
Images that reek of a lonesome luxury, a quiet moment snatched from the hyperreality we like to surround ourselves with. No phones here, no Facebook, no augmented realities of any kind.
Just pure bliss.
By Matteo Sarti