Saturday, November 30
my eyes are burning:
the brothers karamazov meant little to me when i read it last, in jhs. it comes alive to me now. it's amazing how the EXACT SAME BOOK can be so different, and mean so much more at the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th reading.
many thoughts and ideas that i've thought to be uniquely MINE are not so. very interesting that the thoughts are exactly the same, disturbing that they are not unquely mine. i suppose this is selfishness and pride of sorts.
back to the burn...
yakob at
5:14 AM
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