"Book lovers often experience a post-reading withdrawal in which we are depressed because we’re no longer with the characters. They are living on in the fictional world of the book, but you have no idea what’s happening. We mope around for days and our friends tell us “get over it, it’s just a book,” and we feel like no one else understands. So we run home and lay in bed and imagine various epilogue scenarios in our heads, refusing to believe it’s over."
"I suppose I’ve also realized that all of these things were possible before, before this, and it would have been remarkable to be real back then; instead of feeling real, or, pretending to feel real, but that’s just not the way things work- very rarely do we recognize the fog while we are standing in it. But, thus is the paradox of youth- how miserable it is to be young and long for the respect and privilege that only the wisdom of age lends, and to incessantly be told by the old- by your parents, school teachers, strangers- to enjoy your youth, how awful and cruel. For young people will never know what it is like to be old, and the old will never be able to accurately persuade the young to enjoy the bliss of small age; that which is miserable to live in and impossible to get back."
- journal, 7/10/12.
Declaration of thought
Ziggy is queen of the universe and high priestess of Saturn… She reigns the capricornia
i’m god, clams casino