Per my post of scribbled handwriting on turekbooks

What I meant when I wrote:

“I don’t even need to absorb all this knowledge it’s just a pleasure encountering it.” -my attitude toward reading.

Is as I read and retain fragments of it, I gotta trust the moment of meeting. Pay reverence to the invisible integration into my understanding or even the empty vacuum flush of my airplane toilet of knowledge.

Let reading be a celebration of finding one another. The writer’s labor converted into our pleasure, consternation, our other labor of reading.

I am not encyclopedic, few of us are, at times it feels a curse to have an insatiable hunger for knowledge while a kitten’s milk bowl ability to retain it.

Speaking of airplanes I’m on one now near the toilets. I traded the spacious seat upfront I paid extra for to sit alone in a back row. I’m so happy here. I’m so tall. I also paid $8 for two hours of wifi on the airplane but thats cheap for an addiction. I opened the window I never look out of due to my height not being ideal for that seat usually. How dare we take the birdseye view for granted! The clouds, space, curvature of land, bless you little muddy pools of glacier water, melted snow. I’ll try not to forget about you but even if I do.