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My insatiable desire to read another book seemed to cost me this day. Most likely.

I just couldn't leave my bed for something else when I started reading the story. It was an online story/novel, though, but it was good enough. I was actually seeing myself through the lead character, Muse. By the way, I was reading Sarah Suleski's Dreamers. Her character and personality were almost the same as mine. She was just carefree to speak her mind compared to me.

 

Most of all, her reclusive attitude mirrors mine. But like she said, I am willing to be found. I certainly am, but I want to know if it's worth the chase and search.

 

I made a collection of quotes from this story and posted it here. There were just so many words that reminded me of myself and my life.

 

By the way, I think today marks the longest time that I've been listening to jazz music. I had it even before I began reading the story at noon today. I already finished the latest part, 26. But there are still some parts to come.

 

Since I've been sitting here for hours, I was thinking of going to cemetery or cemeteries to be my place of solitude. And maybe, I might do it often. I know I need some company, and maybe the dead can do that favour for me. Besides, I've always longed for solitude. Being in the cemetery is like hitting two birds with one stone.

 

 

 

 

I hope Grace will be able to have New Moon when she gets home.