"…looking at my bookshelves, i am aware of another kind of forgetting—the spines look familiar; the names and titles bring to mind perhaps a character name, a turn of plot, often just a mood or feeling—but for the most part, the assembled books, and the hundreds of others that i’ve read and discarded, given away, or returned to libraries, represent a vast catalog of forgetting."
~ the new yorker, the curse of reading and forgetting.
"how can i begin anything new with all of yesterday in me?"
~ leonard cohen. (via w4lrusss)
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