Library
I started reading to help me sleep when i was 11. Due to the lack of a decent bookstore nearby my reading didn’t really pick up. Freeloaded during the weekends when I first started college but my library first started steady progress due to heartbreak of sorts. Now I can’t really remember, what actually got me depressed.
Felt like it was yesterday when I first built you up, starting off with Stalin and his hangmen and Dostoevsky’s Devil. The relief that came with retail therapy displaces my sorrows adequately. Due to some promotion involving a RM250 purchase to get a RM30 cash voucher, you grow steadily. Perhaps, the lousy classes I’m forced to attend helps quite a bit. What better way to waste the time.
There are times that my purchase of books have jeopardize my meals but that blame can be shifted to and fro between books and cigarettes. Nowadays alcohol should take part of the blame too. Occasionally there will be a title donation from the good old forgetful white tourist, which I thank for leaving behind Dice Men. Karma does apply, not enough for me to take it seriously but just enough to make me stop blaming probabilty at times. My Hitchicker’s Guide is currently missing as a result of Karma, fair trade I guess.
Your growth Can be best described as contarary to half-life decay. Currently 2000 pages behind, haven’t got past a few hundred for the last 3 months or so. Someday you’ll repay me in other ways as oppose to just being there.
*Postscript: Most prized title goes to 1st edition Freakonomics. Love you.
