Over the last three years there are two detrimental changes about myself that have developed into characteristics far more permanent than I’d like to admit. The first is my ever-increasing incapability to elicit a sense of anticipation when acquiring something new in my life; the second is my continuously decreasing capacity to read and absorb books, novels in particular. I’m currently sitting in a Cardiff city centre coffee house. I thought I’d … Read More
via L. E. Wright.