May 20th, 2007

pachinko

touchstone

I spent the evening reading parts of some of my favorite books tonight.

I think it was just what I needed.

You know how sometimes you can smell a perfume or food cooking, and you will be instantly transported to the first time you smelled that smell?

Well, for me, I began reading books right when I started really developing my personality, and I was reading some really amazing books in my teens that apparently made a huuuuuge impression on me, because here I am tonight, wiping stupid tears out of my eyes because I had forgotten over the last week or so where I left parts of myself.

Those little pieces of me, anchors, were pressed like flowers between the pages of these books.

Tell me about an activity you are still able to do that brings you back to yourself, to a time when things felt a little more tolerable/happy/stable?