For every event he endures, for every person he meets, and for every relationship he ends, he is ultimately trapped in a loop of arrested development where he will never develop into a well-adjusted adult.
Two people, thought to be intimate and amorous, could despise each other in private, each thinking the other as the consummate tyrant.
The spontaneous intermittence of cited historical fact with compelling fictional narratives makes you wonder what kind of stories are being told in the bardo of your local graveyard (if only they could!).
All we know for certain is that no one relinquishes immortality, and no one resists their fate. All we can ask is why.
This Slice of Life post is a collision of the former and the Bookish's Top Ten Meme. I'm monogamous with my books. I start a book, finish it, and then move on to another title. I've lived through three reading lives: when I was an elementary student; when I was in my later high school... Continue Reading →
I suppose the reader could be content with the humor between the covers, but without that, I’d choose death by rusty fork.