8 December 2011
They're the greatest treasures you'll ever find. Whether it's the surreal, glossy display panes you find in novels, or the gritty but passionately handmade fabric of the blog, you're hoping that someday those memories will be yours. They're usually wildly out of bounds, some don't even fit into your mental wardrobe. But you're still bedazzled, picturing yourself in them, ever craving, ever dreaming. You wish you could start your own chain, but your own recollection pales before the stellar line-up you behold.
Maybe, you think, it's time to start writing instead.
Reading Is Like Window Shopping For Memories • Opuss № I