:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 5.01.2003 ::

I have to stop going to book stores. They are killing me. It's like visiting a past lover whom you never really got over, and seeing them happy and alive and full of peace, while you are twisted and crumbled inside, choking on your own stink. There are so many books that I need to read, everytime I go in to a bookstore, the number just grows and grows. Classics, recommended books, authors that I have read and enjoyed once and now need to wee what else they have written, books whose covers strike my fancy, everything. I once had the brilliant idea of keeping all the media I needed to indulge in, in a single list. Now that list is almost killing itself in sheer magnitude of albums, movies, and books I will never get around to listening, watching, or reading.

Case-in-point: today I discovered Edward Gorey. I don't even know where to begin, but I feel like I want to read every single thing he's written. And every time I go to a bookstore, it's like that with a different author or genre. Still, I suppose it's better to be hopelessly curious than endlessly jaded.

"Heroes die - off everyday, like fathers that would never stay..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:13 AM [+] ::