Hey literature.

I don't feel quite as lost anymore. I've discovered that i can still have fiction for company. And have it feed my soul and liven my otherwise dead and dull one track mind. I finally read :)

Nono, i meant, i still can! I can still read a book, cover to cover and not be bored halfway. I can still have someone interest me from the start till the end. My attention span is not faulty. I just haven't been picking up the right titles!

I outgrew some genres, i guess. It happens. Yet, i'm still not ready for other types... Like Gogol or Feynman, even.