le temps de l'amour, c'est long et c'est court, ca dure toujours

The front cover is folded down slightly in the top right corner. Not entirely like The Blind Assassin was but half so the photo and the cover have separated. Other than very vague bashing on the spine it is perfect. A fraction of the price I always buy through the marketplace because although I ideally want to make a living writing my own I don't want to pay for the ones I read. Hypocrite! But even when I wasn't budgeting myself I never liked to spend so much money on books and I could do it so easily. I haven't been reading in a while, I'm reading a new book every two days now it's wonderful. I don't care for this technological age (though I write this on the internet but like I said hypocrite) because there is nothing better than holding a book and finishing somebody's thoughts. Working them into my own. And I have been writing too. I glanced down at my idle document, half wondering if I can make it long enough to send anywhere, if it's 'different' enough this time and I've written 3,000 words. It's too bloody long and I've barely begun. Oh well.

This morning post brings me Kerouac. The pages are white and I can't remember if it was new or used. Must have been new but I flick through and I smell tobacco, a cloudlike waft like a new packet tore into and now it's faded into the spine after its release. He has his own introduction in the style of a form or a resume. There's his name, date of birth, education, married: Nah. So I read this but really I have to go dry my hair before it curls. Well maybe just the first paragraph, see what it's like.

HERE DOWN ON DARK EARTH
before we all go to Heaven
VISIONS OF AMERICA
All that hitchhikin
All that railroadin
All that comin back
to America
Via Mexican & Canadian borders . . .

and I'm lost, gone into the page and my hair springs upward. I'll have to sit bored before the mirror now, flatten myself into doll-like acceptability. The funny thing is I bought this book on a recommendation from a character in another book. And I trusted her judgement because I liked her.