i had a hamster back then called georgette, i could hear her rustling in the darkness. and i thought about how that would sound in an empty room, if i was dead, and how nobody would feed georgette or play with her, or if they did it wouldnt be me, it would be a stranger, because the world would go on but there would be no me in it, i would be like a poster you take off the wall & throwing away; or the empty space on the wall where the poster used to hand. these little rustles from the hamster to cage, going on as if i wasnt there as if i was dead already, and the night went on forever.cathy's book, sean stewart & jordan weisman
a book i picked up a few years ago in the library. months or years later i found it lying around in a book sale.
ah book sales. theyre the best thing life can offer. it's like treasure hunt. how each of them lay on top of each other, one can mean insignificant to you but valuable to another.
i found this book by accident, was shoveling through piles of books when i found it. continued my search and found the second one. each less than 10 bucks.
maybe that was the last time i was actually happy, & have found solace beneath the used pages of books people didnt want anymore, or simply have not seen the value of it.
book sales are simply the best.
i know, earlier i posted about how i should be off the laptop. but i finished re-reading the book or the umpteenth time only to have realized such an amazing paragraph. i liked it too much and thought, i needed to write it somewhere. well back to hiatus-ing!!
