“…If skin marks the border where an I ends and a You begins then that night they did all they could to cross it.” “Stories never start at the beginning. They differ this way from life in that regard. Life is lived from birth to death, from the beginning into the unknowable future. But storiesContinue reading “What is real?”
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Booked, Line, And Sinker
I love books which make me think. The kind of books where I don’t realise that I’m smiling, re-reading and reliving a moment, with an assurance that someone, somewhere else reading this felt the same emotions as I did. The kind of books which make me hurt a little, like a nick by a knifeContinue reading “Booked, Line, And Sinker”