This is my cloud of thought. It’s not a train because the is no direction. It’s not a chain because there are no connections. All it is is a condensed mass of emotion, perspective and art. 54 more words
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Crying when reading Bridge to Terabithia for the first time in an old and massively popular Oxford book store and pausing to savor my uninhibited emotional response while clutching the unpaid for book only to be disrupted by a large group of middle aged Chinese men grabbing books from the Classics section and laughing at the photos of the writers and prices on the backs and me being bothered by their foreign tourist-ness until I realize the hypocrisy of an American in England thinking he is neither of those things might be something I would make a Facebook status on.
This was a book that I didn’t take the time to read as a kid. I saw it on our book shelf at home as another book I bought for the boys to read and jumped right in. 545 more words