The days have been lazy.
I’m either exercising, overdosing on caffeine and biscuits while reading, or on the couch re-watching films.
It is sobering to realize what being an adult does to you and your understanding. Re-watching old films seems so…foreign. I wonder if my memory betrays me. Sometimes, I do wonder if our experiences shaped us, or merely ripped off the rose-tinted glasses off our nose bridge.
Either way doesn’t sound quite ideal.
Reading became a route to escape from reality, so I read often, and read through books rather quickly (mainly because rom-coms are really easy to read, and digest, and very predictable). Reading Obama’s Promised Land, as a buffer before I return to reality, chock full of undone work, never-ending emails (please mark XX date in your calendar), and never ending problem solving (can you find a way to help with this).
That aside, I have been clearing books at the speed of a book a day (ABAD). The next journey I am about to embark on is Kazuo Ishiguro’s Klara and the Sun. Not a rom-com for sure, so I guess I will take my time with it.
I threw out my kindle this holidays, and is more than grateful this gift of reading from a dear friend. A perfect reader for me at the moment, and up to this day, I’ve only charged it twice.
Saviour for a person who has officially ran out of space to hoard new books. It connects to the local library via Overdrive, and the library catalogue is pretty updated, and there’s plenty to read.
The world is a harsh place to be, keep safe.
Most importantly, stay alive.
Hiam 