These days,
I am increasingly fueled by a raging desire to overprice depressed thoughts.
Or get lost in the flow of books in the jungle of Amazon.
Nothing seems real,
E-books? They leave me thirsty
I miss the smell of pages,
with their wrinkled edges,
and the torn covers that tells me it’s earlier readers validate its dopeness.
I miss it all.
#Conundrum
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