On Insanity

I realised today that the books I have been reading over the last couple of months seem to have a common theme: madness. No wonder my moods have been darker than usual. Strangely, over the last couple of days I feel as if autumn and the coming winter have lifted a fog around me and I am beginning to feel myself again.

Of Mice And Men

I spent an afternoon in the POÄNG armchair (great for slight rocking) in my parents kitchen reading this whilst my mum at intervals said things like, 'Have you met Curly's wife yet?". The story is short but neat, and very, very sad. (I realise most people read this at school. I read On the Black Hill instead, which was a terrible, terrible thing.)