What’s wrong with the entire world that i am dwelling not just for the first time but for the nth time. I keep on re-reading books these past few days. But how cool is this salt water that i don’t mind if i already know the next event, the strangest part, the loveliest part, even the smallest part. I know everything but i love to know it again. It makes me conclude that i fancied seeing things i’ve seen before, hearing words i’ve heard ages ago, feeling odd silences i’ve felt before.