I feel reluctant to put down my thoughts - it’s just adding up to digital garbage - I can’t help feeling.
Even though, growing up, reading was the second kind of joy I had next to eating, I am not much of a reader anymore. Technicalities of writing appeal to me more than some actual work in literature. When it comes to literature, my entire awareness finds reading boring unless it has some wit or humor. Here I feel obliged to confess - my grasp of the complicated is a slow journey.
I shall end today’s monologue contemplating on how the minutiae of the life one leads ends up being the etched memories.
Women start forgiving faults once in love while men start searching! - Hamasaki Aiko, Saikou no Rikon
What if it was emailed to her as a PDF? How do you destroy a PDF? It’s in the clouds! I don’t control the clouds, I’m not Thor!
Brad, Happy Endings (via thegreatphysician)