Life Less Literary

Trying to read books these days is so hard - it’s almost as if my eyes are the
same magnetic polarity as the words I’m reading: no matter how hard I try to force
them down, at the last minute they swoop away from the page and refuse to make
contact. I read and re-read the same passage time and again, but each reading
slots into a bit of my brain far removed from where I stored the previous sentence,
and try as I might I can’t bridge the gap between the two of them.

Currently Watching: Girls in fishnet tights and pixie boots.