Nothing in life is defined. Our place is never certain. There are no real charted territories. No real limits. What we do all the time is walk the line.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Isolated reading
Have u ever sat in a huge public area, sitting all by yourself reading a book? Its one of the most blissful experiences I know. I mean, maybe it would be great just to find the perfect nook and read in peace and quiet, but there is something much more immersing about a public readin experience. U suddenly exist to noone else but to you and your reality which is now the book. U have friends all around you, those created by your favorite author, and suddenly you belong in a new and forbidding environment. There is something about being able to find isolation in public. Something worth trying.
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