Update 1 of N.
Hello all. I've been rather slack about posting lately. I will continue to be so, I'm sure.
First, read Mervyn Peake's "Gormenghast" series (three books). It's rather spectacular.
Second, if you've a fondness for the English language, read "Perdido Street Station" by China Miéville. It's entirely too overwritten, but it's beautiful from a writing perspective and quite inventive.
Third, I have fallen from my ivory tower and read a few of the Harry Potter books. They're not exactly literature, but they are fun. I imagine that they have awakened a few people only dimly conscious of the pleasures of reading, and I will credit them for that.
Australia is lovely and beautiful. And I'm not homesick, I'm nostalgic. Things will never be as they were when last I was there, and my life hangs in the limbo between phases most people move to without a second thought. I with I was young and stupid (well, more stupid) again.
I am standing on the precipice of my attempts to be a good person and looking down into the swirling black of the person I have been and, instead of feeling pride at my change, what I feel is nostalgia and longing for the person I have been.
It's troublesome.
On the whole, I am well but uncertain. That's another thing I miss, certainty. A phantasm, sure, but a pleasant one.
How's everyone doing?
I feel like I have been a hermit for so long.
Now my desire to emerge from my cave is tempered by the alien aspect of the world I knew when I left it behind.
So tell me...
What's life like on the outside?
What's life about (in basic, non-philosophical terms)?
How are you today?
What is one thing you enjoy?
First, read Mervyn Peake's "Gormenghast" series (three books). It's rather spectacular.
Second, if you've a fondness for the English language, read "Perdido Street Station" by China Miéville. It's entirely too overwritten, but it's beautiful from a writing perspective and quite inventive.
Third, I have fallen from my ivory tower and read a few of the Harry Potter books. They're not exactly literature, but they are fun. I imagine that they have awakened a few people only dimly conscious of the pleasures of reading, and I will credit them for that.
Australia is lovely and beautiful. And I'm not homesick, I'm nostalgic. Things will never be as they were when last I was there, and my life hangs in the limbo between phases most people move to without a second thought. I with I was young and stupid (well, more stupid) again.
I am standing on the precipice of my attempts to be a good person and looking down into the swirling black of the person I have been and, instead of feeling pride at my change, what I feel is nostalgia and longing for the person I have been.
It's troublesome.
On the whole, I am well but uncertain. That's another thing I miss, certainty. A phantasm, sure, but a pleasant one.
How's everyone doing?
I feel like I have been a hermit for so long.
Now my desire to emerge from my cave is tempered by the alien aspect of the world I knew when I left it behind.
So tell me...
What's life like on the outside?
What's life about (in basic, non-philosophical terms)?
How are you today?
What is one thing you enjoy?