joi, 28 octombrie 2010

the therapeutical function of reading in the bus

Since I came here I complained about the fact that I missed reading in the bus, but until last night I didn't realize how much that reading meant. Between work related worries and home related worries there was the book of the week to comfort me and take me take me to a different universe of my choice. 

Now it's fourty minutes of walking, just me and my thoughts, mixed, rambling thoughts, work, home, family, no books in them, just the longing for a long bus ride. 

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