Wednesday, 15 April 2009

Somewhere.



I love reading just as much as the next worm, but I find it hard to get myself in the right state of mind for a read. Do you get me?

Is it just me or is it hard to read in your own house? Well, for me it is. It just doesnt feel right. Sitting in silence reading in a big empty house, for most I think this is perhaps a perfect setting. I for one like to read when I'm somewhere or going somewhere (what?). Book's take you somewhere, somewhere that isnt home. I like to be transported to another place, away from the dull truths that surround this place. I actually cant give a definitive reason for my reading habits. I want to be somewhere which is open like my mind while I read from the pages of a new book. When I say open, I essentially mean just out there, be it a train, a coffee shop, a book store. Somewhere where you look around and see other people being transported, going somewhere.

Having hope is about having somewhere you want to go.

It's fun to be pretentious.

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