luxyd: you live in a world of simplified dichotomies and i in one of spiritual disarray. who am i to say ‘you poor child’ when my deepest inquiries into life brings me only sorrow? trying to escape stereotype after stereotype and i am never satisfied. if jealousy is the word then the gently swaying happiness of the simpleton may really be what i long for.
If I continue at this pace, I’ll end up reading two books a year. Fuck.