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[inc4ndescent]

He saw ahead of him a mountain of days, and he felt every one of them already
because they would all be the same. 
As if they buried you under a mountain of clay and you could feel it with your whole body. 
You must feel each ounce of it.

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Much had happened in our lives during that

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[ahsavka]

instead, there is the weight of the book
the pages light as a whisper
the deep silence within the text

I never read anything more true about reading while missing in a foreign room. Paper too light for my mood, even too light for the story itself, but at home I get caught up in it and the bare-whisper paper doesn't make enough sound for me to realize how thin it is, how IN THIS PLACE I am.

And the book, too, is too present; these things should be shadowy, I should not even notice them. But they're there. Too crystal clear.

(I am hoping this is maybe what you meant, because I'll be damned if the whole situation didn't come to me when I looked over the passage)

[inc4ndescent]

I meant that the pages seemed insubstantial in comparison to, say, a hug. Something real. Because ultimately, reading is something un-real... It creates this entire existence, where all these images and sounds are passing through your head, but it's a false reality, and the narrative voice has this strange quality of being loud and silent at the same time because it is spoken inside your head, and you're sitting in silence...

But I love what you got out of the passage I wrote. I've experienced that feeling too.... It's a subtle feeling, hard to put into words--wanting to experience the reality of the book without the falsifying intermediary of paper, pages, and print.

[inc4ndescent]

Can you send me a list of all the authors I should explore? Or books in particular? I trust your taste.

amandimal@gmail.com

[inc4ndescent]

By the way, the book changes distinctly in tone about 2/3 of the way through. At first it is searching, pretty, nostalgic. At the end it is dark, hopeless, confused. Wonderfully written, but NOT what I am looking to read right now! It made me angry to see the narrator plunge into this strange immorality, because I wanted him to be beautiful and good.