I haven't been, in a while, in a time, to the store with books, and you've just made me regretting it. I always go to the usedupbooks store, where they put the junk in big stacks and on shelves and allthehellovertheplace and there are so many randomly things to just sort of grab and eat, and never enough time, (and i just felt like i just went in a circle because i talked about the not enough time thing oh i'm travestized) and i buy a bunch of books and stack them somewhere in my house and then there are too many and never quite read them all before i want to go back there and buy more and it just multiplicates.

i have not digested a philosopher in a many time.