I have been trying to figure out what to read next the entire sunday, basically. It's either "The Plague" by Camus or "Man walks into a room" by Nicole Krauss - which I bought because Sunsan Sontag praised the book on the back of its cover. I'm easily impressed. I guess that's what I'll read first. I listend to the Audiobook version of Camus' work anyway - most of it at least, because nothing makes me fall asleep as an audiobook. But after weeks of slow progress I at least know the story and how it ends. It might be a better book to show off riding the subway - but then again reading abook at all seems to be quite an elite thing to do these days! - but I opted for something new. I'm not very far into it yet but so far I like it. I already wonder how it's gonna end, which will keep me going.
I went to see my Dad yesterday, and once again I'm stunned by how close we seem to have grown. I always loved him, and kind of felt closer to him than to my Mom. But since she died the bond seems to be even tighter. We are very much father and daughter, share interest, find the same things funny. I feel loved and respected. Of course I know that this ialso because I never told him all about me and my various problems. I just don't want to worry him. That might be wrong and all stupid, I know. You always realize that when other people act a certain way, you go: "that will backfire! don't be so dumb" honesty is the best way to deal with each other!" I know I know I know. But I can't help it. I'm a whimp and a seeker of harmony. That might backfire indeed. I just really can't help it.
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