February 2011
2 posts
“i weep over my imperfect pages, but if future generations read them they will be...”
– The Book of Disquiet. Fernando Pessoa
two days ago i fell in love....
being a total book junkie i used to fall in love all the time. with other people’s words. then the fixes got harder to find, i’d read too much maybe, i don’t know, but i got jaded, and then, then when i began to write seriously i couldn’t read anything at all other than the newspaper, and, since the newspaper generally tends to make me sad, too much reading of it...