La Musique

Wednesday, September 3, 2008

Books are such dangerous things. They draw you into a separate dimension, where you are subject to the author's will. Brimming with anger, drowning in sorrow, adrift with happiness. Sometimes I think I should read with in a detached manner, like the bird's eye view, safe and secure in the clouds above. Then maybe I won't be subject to embarrassing episodes on the public bus, or at the listening end of a lecture of how relationships are often fickle. But the feeling of being drawn in by the book is unbearably addictive, and sometimes the language is so beautiful. Funny how words, seemingly harmless on their own, yet when stringed together, contrive an entirely different meaning.

Some books are best read only once. When you read it again to try and feel the same hollowness and ache you experienced the first time, you fail. It will just blunt and tarnish your memory of it. It's not getting tired of it, but rather, capturing the past feeling of ... I really can't describe it.

Note: Brother if you are reading this, I want my ttw back. Now! Haha.

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