Of Reading and Responsibilities

Realization: Responsibilities are like a closet of wardrobes. Sometimes you forget you have a twirly skirt or a pair of acid wash jeans since you're accustomed with the latest fashion. It is unlikely though that you will forget your favorites: tattered skinny jeans or overgrown tee. Others, on the contrary, are lost in a massive lump of clothes.



It's a responsibility to read. I'm a willing slave. Even though there are responsibilities, which need immediate attention, reading is inserted between jeepney rides, classes, afternoon naps, and daydreams.

Could fulfillment ever be felt as deeply as loss? Romantically she decided that love must surely reside in the gap between desire and fulfillment, in the lack, not the contentment. Love was the ache, the anticipation, the retreat, everything around it but the emotion itself.
—Kiran Desai, The Inheritance of Loss

Insanity:::Acquiring books, yet letting them sleep with dust

The Art of Essay for hundred bucks, having Barthelme, Achebe, Atwood, Walker, E. M Forster, McPhee, Lessing, V. S. Naipaul et al., in one. And the Bluest Eyes of Morrison ( I lost my Beloved even before i finished reading it, to my dismal) and also the fictional work Frida (got intrigued of this Mexican painter after reading the poem in Kabisdak, and online searches aren't just enough). And the week before i got Tobias Wolff's collection of short story, Cliff's No Telephone to Heaven.

the smell of unread books is hovering in my room. and it is just insane, having a lot of books, and the dedication to read them is not there.

Enough for now. Read everything first before buying some more. i become greedy; my loyalty to each book is slowly eaten by selfishness, perhaps i have to learn the lesson first.


Whatever will it be.