since dropping out of college, one of the most difficult things to get used to is that i rarely am able to have a conversation with anyone about books anymore. i love my friends, but readers they are not. i mostly got that sustenance from classmates and casual friends i only met with on campus. this is disappointing considering how much of my time i devote to reading. increasingly, i am becoming trapped within my own insular world, where a torrential amount of knowledge is poured in with only what's already there to provide a foil. it's difficult to cope with having spent so much time accumulating this experience with books only to be alone now. this is not to say that i do not enjoy books for their own sake; i do. why else would i still be reading?
guns:
Thanks for the love on Raw Sugar!
mendacia:
Thank you so much for the comment on my set ''Le vent nous portera''<3