The nearly six billion thoughts, opinions, emotions, facts come in unfiltered through my computer screen. Sometimes I wish I could just turn the damned thing off.
Alas, I cannot. It’s addictive, and my (difficultly) reined in curiosity does not help, either. I want to know as much as I can. I want to read about experiences, lies, truths, radically new ideas, old thoughts viewed through a new kaleidoscope. I love it all.
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They say reading a book transports you to another universe. I don’t believe that as the whole truth.
Books are where indulgence can be afforded without consequences. Forbidden fruits that can be tasted with abandon, without any guilt.
Books are where you can delve into another’s deepest recesses of his/her mind.
Who needs to be telepathic?