Concluding my day in the wee hours of the next morning, I am always oddly invigorated by the inspirations evoked by a peculiar sense of lethargy - invigorating lethargy, I would paradoxically presume.
The heavens pouring forth their peaceful chaos provide the perfect book weather for this old paperback aroma endeavor.
As for now:
"If other people think I'm eccentric and unpredictable, it is because my actions and opinions are inconsistent with their principles, if they have any; I assure you that they're quite consistent with mine."
"...that's how much of life works: our friends float past; we become involved with them; they float on, and we must rely on hearsay or lose track of them completely; they float back again, and we must either renew our friendship - catch up to date - or find that they and we don't comprehend each other any more."
Thank you, Barth.
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