mantra

Out of damp and gloomy days, out of solitude, out of loveless words directed at us, conclusions grow up in us like fungus: one morning they are there, we know not how, and they gaze upon us, morose and gray. Woe to the thinker who is not the gardener but only the soil of the plants that grow in him.

- friedrich nietzsche

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there are so much that i want to write, however with the very little creativity and dismal writing skills that i possess, i fear this post -like the rest- will be as dull, trite, predictable and purely superficial. alas, this won't be a lustrous post filled
with juice insight to my life.

two weeks ago, i purchased a few books, mark haddon's new book a bother spot, patrick suskind's perfume, lee tulloch's fabulous nobodies, and penguin classic book selection brother grimm's fairy tales. i notice this trend i practice in book selection, books that i purchased were all months (if not years) past its 'hot' status, and almost all of them are either on the top of the best-seller's list (at one point or another), or it was extremely well-known. once, i would wish to dare myself and pick an obscure book with an average looking book cover (say what you will, i judge a book by its cover), written by a little known author. that would be neat, but given my highly discriminatory personality, i tend to let others experiment with new authors and writing style while only dipping my toe in when i know for sure it is a (more or less) solidly written and appealed to a rather large crowd.

also, i've been having flashbacks to some italian phrases that i've learnt many months ago (that i've abandoned in favour of french), and i am incredibly drawn to learning italian again. french bores me now.



posted by frau frump.

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