sunnysidedown

I started reading The Catcher and The Rye again today. Its funny how a book changes perspective as your own does. Or as I am trying to say, some stories change do to the context of which they are read. I'm not exactly sure of what I'm trying to get at here. Case and point: I remember being able to relate to the character, I have also been able to look back on myself as being like the character, and now I am embarassed to say that I was such a angry whiny bitch to have ever had any kind of idenity that could be associated with such a human.

Clear?

I'm too high for this.


We are all boomerangs. We will come back here again. Trying to regain the same feel as before. We will fail. The place is however constant. It is you who has changed.


Peace, Love, and Sticky pommade