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``What happens to you--in you--when you read?"
this has always been a fascinating question for me.
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``Hence, when we read, sometimes we are really reading ourselves: the words stay the same, but we are flowing like Heraclitus' proverbial river. "
...i was always curious about the inner worlds i share (or don't share) with other readers. for some reason, i associate it with the general collective unconscious (dreamscape), where all these things are born, in the first place. i mean, yes, we're reading ourselves inside/within/onto the story, but `ourselves' are tricky things to define. we are, conversely, reflective of all the stories we've read, and people we've met, and loved, and listened to.
um. *trails off* i wonder what it is... is it seasonal? i seem to be equally into writing and reading and meta-reading/writing all of a sudden. hmm. well, off to (finally!) read underwater light 6. *snerks* enough brain-drain for to-day, ne?
uh. yeah. is it me or is hp anime-style kinda...... freaky? um. it's prolly just me. but still.