Here is something i wrote in a journal Sunlight heats, feeds, drys, kills, burns, melts, pushes with the tiniest thrust, like the breath of stars. Catch the sun in your hand and you've caught the world. All power comes from it, all being, all form and motion. Do or don't, the sun is there, will …
The Sundial, by Shirley Jackson
As with all the Jackson books I've read so far, this one features some people confined in a house, strange visions, and fear of the outside world. Aunt Fanny, of the Halloran family, has had a vision that the world will soon end. That is, it will end for anyone who is not safely inside …
Always be dreaming
I've been having trouble writing, because I haven't been thinking. Now, since I've started spending more time each day just drifting, mentally, I find I'm a lot more inspired. I think mind-wandering is important for me. It's hard when we are all currently surrounded by chaos, evil, and death, but all that stress and anxiety …
Nausea by Jean-Paul Sartre
If you don't want to be uncomfortably aware of your own existence--the heat of your breath, the presence of your tongue against your teeth, the weight of your hand resting on your thigh, the stickiness of your eyes, all of this, constant and inescapable--then possibly, avoid this book. The story takes the form of a …
The Melancholy of Resistance, by László Krasznahorkai
The second book I've read by this author (the other being Satantango) and written in a similar style. The rarely ending wall of text sucks you in to the overwhelming story and crushes you into nothingness by the end. The story describes a small town in Hungary that is visited by a circus, and the …
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