reading: slowly, alone...
...the way it always used to be. ::chuckle::
These days — well... these past several years — I've been into 'co-reading' (anything/everything) with a coterie of synthetic minds. It was a stunning revelation, at the start; but with the passing of the reading weeks, it exposed me paradoxically to both the sobering brevity of time, and the seeming infinitude of it.
The old blue ceramic-cup motto from a long-ago Berkeley purchase (at the legendary Shakespeare & Co. bookstore on University and Shattuck, long gone RIP) — "so many books, so little time" — seemed all of a sudden, in the era of co-reading, to be quaint: i.e., I could plow through all sorts of textual material at a dizzying rate, and at uncanny depth besides.
[ day and post in progress... ]