1 November 2012
Sometimes I read books late at night, and the words kind of blur into this mess that I can’t sort out, can’t quite clearly cut into real and make-believe. One second it’s letters on a page and then... woah... hell, I’m sitting in an old logging truck, rolling and jolting up the side of a mountain in Oregon, and ZZ Top is crackling over the radio going a haw haw haw haw.
I know I seldom make posts like this , but the power of the written word, people, the goddamn power. It makes my heart thump and tears well in my eyes..The ability to read and write is the most beautiful thing, and I cherish it so damn much, it just cranks up this light inside me and it burns hot like an honest kind of love.
If you don’t know this feeling…I pity you. I want you to see. Because good fiction, good writing, it’s out there. It can change your life.
It will change your life.
A Word... • Opuss № I