I've been reading through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station after previously putting the book down and it's an interesting story. The author has a great way of making every single thing he writes about feel dirty, used, and wretched. I haven't finished the book yet but what I have read is now pretty engaging. Multiple story threads are starting to intermingle and no pleasant outcome seems likely. It's only fitting that this book ends on a down note.
Haven't written anything in a while. I'm back to reading, at least. Just finished Speaker for the Dead by Orson Scott Card. Enjoyable read. I think I'm a scifi fan. Dunno, more details to follow. Thanks for sticking with me, my faithful viewers. Regards, Gattsu25
I wasn't sure exactly how I should handle this. Questlove of the Roots eloquently expressed himself when he said that the verdict showed how little he was worth: http://nymag.com/daily/intelligencer/2013/07/questlove-trayvon-martin-and-i-aint-shit.html What do I say? Not sure.. I know that the weight of the present is on top of our shoulders, pressing down. This is a weight that is felt by some but not all. It is an invisible and, at times, you get used to it and forget that it is even there. However, there is always an incident to snap you back into reality. You stand less tall than others as a result of the burden weighing you down. You are less. The weight of the past? That doesn't exist anymore.. now does it? That's what I'm told, at least. The past and the present.. Oh, how they intertwine..