books

While browsing through the multitude of books set witohut order at the bookshelf at the left side of her room, she felt an impulse to take out a book that was taken, or technically, stolen from the school library three years ago. The book was, in fact, had never been borrowed; shown by the absence of any dates stamped at the very beginning of the book. She perhaps thought her action was justified. It was yellowed and torn, was wrapped rather hurriedly, or maybe its deformation was caused perhaps due to some water incident; it smelled particularly of a book of such kind.

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i wanna stop writing here. i think i may have bought over ten books and borrowed over six of em and took about eight books from my dad’s bookshelves and reread over than four of my old ones this month alone. not to mention random scientific american mind magazines and free readings at the psychology section in kinokuniya.

must. stop. can’t get too many ideas crammed up all at once. i mean, how can you be reading about occult psychology, buddhism, and sufism, all in one day.