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About four years ago I bought myself a copy of Pet Sematary. It was scary, everyone had told me, but not as scary as other novels by Stephen King. I intended to read it in October, since I always dedicate that month to scary books (that one and other months, I must admit), but when... Continue Reading →
"A self one does not want. A heart one cannot help"
One for each year lived.
As you may know, recently I finally got down to reading Walden by Henry David Thoreau. Thoureau had fascinated me since I studied some of his essays in university, mostly because I believe he's one of the few thinkers who really put his money where his mouth was: his lifestyle was always coherent with his... Continue Reading →
"You see, there is responsibility in being a person. It's more than just taking up space where air would be."
flowers in the library 