read the book on the back of elisa's toilet. from the library so i couldn't steal it. ray bradbury's zen in the art of writing. interesting read even if you don't write. it's a series of essays and he agrees, i think, that writing is an addiction.
and the one next to alison's toilet. the book of light by lucille clifton. reading, as it turns out, is an addiction too. there are worse things.
and then went to the bookstore that i would own if i owned a bookstore, insatiables. found a 1939 edition of lucretius, the nature of things for b because he likes philosophy. not too shabby and from now on i will have a partner that loves to read, whomever that may be.
and what, you ask, does writing teach us?
first and foremost, it reminds us that we are alive and that it is a gift and a privilege, not a right. we must earn life once it has been awarded to us. life asks for rewards back because it has favoured us with animation.
and the one next to alison's toilet. the book of light by lucille clifton. reading, as it turns out, is an addiction too. there are worse things.
come celebrate
with me that everyday
something has tried to kill me
and has failed.
and then went to the bookstore that i would own if i owned a bookstore, insatiables. found a 1939 edition of lucretius, the nature of things for b because he likes philosophy. not too shabby and from now on i will have a partner that loves to read, whomever that may be.
thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.