Thursday, July 15, 2010

Somebody hand me a chisel

I am ticking off miles and days alike, mindlessly speeding through summer.

Still trying to get through a rereading of East of Eden - there are parts of this book I want to write down and remember and there are parts I wish to forget. So much like life.

Interesting how we build a wall of resentments, brick by brick until all we see is the mortar and grout of our grievances.