the lost treasure

where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

i've been engaging in the operation of treasure-transfer for the past week or so. the western shores have achieved liveability for some time, but it was only today that it has enough reason in it for my heart to choose it over the east. because the books have made their transition.

even then, the eastern land remains the abode of rest because the whole of Pratchett and Tolkien still reside there. and nothing beats Pratchett when i want to be entertained, inspired, provoked to think, or affirmed that the human race is indeed a pathetic species.

but the academic books are almost all in the west now. and whether i want to or not, i have to take them to myself and consume them. met my ht supervisor yesterday, and the session reminded me with no little sting that i am quite a failure of a lit major. i am unable to perceive, express, or summarise in neat, concise phrases what a book is about or what its failings/successes are. i am not thinking about things, and what is a lit student to do when she has lost her desire to think or to engage with words.

find back her heart.