I was reading critical readings just today. And the most profound thing i had read, was something that I had already known.
That love is not the sum total of everything life has to offer.
I wish more people knew this.

I haven't written here in a while. Which is good, it means I've found a different outlet for self expression. Or maybe I've just been studying quite a bit.
I'm reading The Name of the Rose by Umberto Eco at the moment.
Well at least I'm attempting to read what is a very difficult novel.

I've also been reading poetry by Walt Whitman and Oscar Wilde.
I love language and reading and english.

And I love that I am free