Soliloqui

meet me on the sunny road
-Emiliana Torrini

Music always sounds better when it’s played at full volume on a good sound system with lots of bass and when the weather is nice. Seriously, everything sounds better when the sun is shining down…

…when you’ve got no one to tell them to.
-Brandi Carlile

I’ve lost myself. Not to start off on such a melodramatic note, but that’s how I feel. These past few days, nihilism presides. Nothing interests me, either.

Today I went to the bookstore to cure my insufferable indolence. Imogen Heap and Jack Johnson play overhead. I look at the summaries of the paperbacks because the hardcovers cost too much. A good majority of them have to do with dealing with the death of a relative or friend. Little originality. There are so many great authors in America and the only things we can write about are remorse and bewilderment. But I guess because it’s so easy to relate to these stories. Depression almost becomes a comfort. No wonder people love the fantasy genre. Escapism.

I struggle to find three books to fulfill their “3 for 2″ deal. I can’t help but feel I’m settling for books I might not like just so I can save a few bucks. There’s always the library though, a minute’s drive away…

I judge books by their covers. My philosophy is that the cover was made to attract a certain type of person, one who would find the contents of the book enjoyable. Not an entirely realistic mindset, but it does make things easier.

I spend two hours surrounded by books. I leave with coffee.