Three Books for Three Destinies (IV)

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By parm maan

I haven't read in weeksI don't read something completely: I rub it, sprinkle it, but I don't give myself three hundred pages, even two hundred. Reading the indifference that comes, that always comes, leaves you a little more vulnerable, a little more silent, a little less alive. Exhausted, I finish newspaper publicationsI reluctantly read WhatsApp, letters seem to me boring sermons, and when I go to a restaurant, I order the first thing on the menu so I don't have to read the whole thing. In short, disaster. To get out of the mess, I suggest re-reading three novels short; the kind where you start, blink two, three times and that's it. One of those that, in addition, leaves the feeling of witnessing something unusual, unrepeatable.

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