Reading in Progress
I like to own books, so I have a disorganized library of them with sections in several locations about the house. I don’t mind if people borrow them (I happily encourage it) and often I don’t notice what’s missing, and get surprised when something I’d forgotten about is returned to me. I suppose that makes me a bad librarian. It’s not so much negligence as nonchalance. Although that doesn’t mean I don’t love them. They’re like interesting friends.
These are the latest additions to the mixed bag repository. I was going to blather on about them and maybe even rate them, but that’s too much like trying to decide which friend is your absolute favourite. Totally depends on mood and circumstance and could all change tomorrow.
About
(Umbrella - by Existrance/deviant art)
This is where I come to talk to myself by dredging up an old photograph or a memory and beating it to death with my keyboard. One day all this blather will be treasured by my progeny. Deluded as that notion might be, it’s what keeps me here. Just to clarify things a little, no part of my past or present life was ever spent actually living on a sidewalk. Life in the fast lane would have been a big fat lie; life on a skinny railing high above the railroad tracks with an umbrella at dawn – damn. Didn’t think of that one fast enough. But it’s sometimes how life feels. Precariously tense, but insanely fun.
