Yes it is. It is only Thursday and the week is not yet over. But I need the morning to brush my fingers against the 3 I have acquired recently and the 7 that are due back in the library already. Time seems to whoosh by me and I feel like I have been left behind again. And I feel at peace. I feel at peace. I am left alone to my thoughts and I can get lost in my make-believe universe once more with no one whispering in my ear that I will be left behind. Too many people, too many minds, too many things bog me down, numb me away slowly. So this is my retreat. A sunny day with as little humidity as today is ideal. I feel like happy thoughts are within reach when I breathe in the sunshine. This drop-off-the-earth syndrome may make me seem erratic but I won't promise you today that I would be there, I won't tell you to hold the seat for me because I won't be there. I will be here with myself unless you really need me. I am going to feel the lightness of being today, away from the traffic jam of 40 other minds.
|madame bovary by flaubert, the wretched of the earth by frantz fanon, the outsider by albert camus|