I thought that I might write today about how I think my life could be symbolized my bookcases full of half-read books. Never quite finished. Never totally satisfied. Little failures here and there. Nevermind the books I've bought and simply never read at all.
This blog has taken a decided turn back toward the maudlin.
2 comments:
RACHEL!!
i want to fly down and kiss your forehead and make you skip down 6th street with me.
don't think i won't!
you were right. i'd love to be camus.
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