Reading again

So there’s a lot that’s happened and yet not happened in the months of my inactivity. I suppose one of the more concerning for me right now is my reading slump.

In the sidebar to the right, there is my Goodreads currently-reading shelf, and it’s hardly changed, and in a way, maybe it reflects some fragment of my mental state, that is to say, unfocused and indecisive.

So I have decided to forcibly get over it and push back the ones I have on the list to casual reading (as in way away in the background reading) and end the year with some house cleaning. Life, frankly, is too short.

Meditations by Marcus Aurelius: A Series

I kid you not, it took me a whole bloody year to finish the Introduction alone. Without a doubt, it aided my book slump since the lack of progress made me feel like super-ultra-platinum-crap as opposed to the regular cardboard variety.

I could have ignored it and went on full speed ahead, however, I take this philosophy thing seriously and, besides, context is always good. It wasn’t torture by any means (actually damn interesting) it’s heavy stuff, intensive reading since I’m relatively new to this type of thing.

Lyrics on replay: “Mr. Seratonin Man …”

Mr. Serotonin Man, lend me a gram
You call yourself a friend?

– 1:46, Paris, The 1975

This is the fifteenth track on their 2016 release, I like it when you sleep, for you are so beautiful yet so unaware of it, a gods-damned mouthful, yeah? The acoustic is a blessing for my ears. The first song of theirs I’ve ever heard is Girls from their self-titled album.