Don't get too sad! You'll need the strength of joy to get through several more years of titles dryness.
Dude, I read because I swear I once saw a star shinning differently from the others, and years later my eyes caught the same shine between the words "de" and "súbito", which were under "milagre", in a children's book. It's a quest.
Reading GS:V out loud was a great idea. I should do the same with Ulysses.
To escape life through more more more of it. To narcissistically self erase. Because words are pretty. Because they smell good (even my kobo’s faux leather kinda). To remember how many worlds there are, and how lucky we are to tap time.
I don’t read, the books read me.. follow me all about, they’re everywhere in my mind, my dreams, my feelings, what not. I think nah I don’t wanna read for now my brains tired then a book comes all… walking towards me and it starts banging me in the head to read it. I just don’t know what to do, so I let it read me
To feel like my world is bigger than it is, and to forget who I am momentarily.
Doused in transcendent magnificence 🔥
NICE HAROLD i read with a similar archaeologist attitude 😎
Don't get too sad! You'll need the strength of joy to get through several more years of titles dryness.
Dude, I read because I swear I once saw a star shinning differently from the others, and years later my eyes caught the same shine between the words "de" and "súbito", which were under "milagre", in a children's book. It's a quest.
Reading GS:V out loud was a great idea. I should do the same with Ulysses.
I read, as Emily Dickinson said about summer, to make my "light escape / into the beautiful."
To escape life through more more more of it. To narcissistically self erase. Because words are pretty. Because they smell good (even my kobo’s faux leather kinda). To remember how many worlds there are, and how lucky we are to tap time.
I just realized I'm insane
I don’t read, the books read me.. follow me all about, they’re everywhere in my mind, my dreams, my feelings, what not. I think nah I don’t wanna read for now my brains tired then a book comes all… walking towards me and it starts banging me in the head to read it. I just don’t know what to do, so I let it read me
I read to understand myself. Do others feel what I feel when shit happens? Am I normal? Okay so what is normal? My rabbit hole diving continues ....
In the beginning was the Word...
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I read to condense one entrepreneurs 4 or 5 decade learnings from their life’s work into 4 or 5 hours and to be possibly apply it someday.