Friday, November 5, 2010
I love the smell of books. I was walking through the moving book shelves in periodicals where i'm studying (ok...where I'm blogging -- but it's Friday night!). I smelled the familiar musty smell of hours or happily reading in the sunlight and eating chocolate -- that's when I was young. Now it's midnight in the library study room being sad the library's closing because I loved finding the connection between the older generation's fear of their posterity as portrayed in artwork. I love devoting my life to something and succeeding in writing something unique -- making connections no one has ever made before. What a thrill!