<------see it big.
Last week I walked into my favorite bookstore on Sawtelle and bought The Human Stain (from my favorite book store owners who I love to imagine fantastical things about). Sometimes when I read a book I just want to cry because its so good and it finds something inside you that feels so true and perfectly aligned.
When I was in high school, every year I would often find myself in the library. And I remember those hermetic moments where I was not inclined to socialize or or felt alienated, where I would hide in the library, as some of my most fufilled and happiest moments. And for some reason every year I would find myself moving into that space for at least a couple months, where I would go hide, and I miss that. Because it was often a place I was pushed into by circumstance but became my most memorable place and a place I remember the most after all these years.