Almost like a shipwreck, I'm incessantly drifting in the sea of books. When a philosophy book exhausts me, I pick up a literary text. And another book on history intrigues my interest when I can no longer concentrate on the literary piece. It's a pure delight that you can, being forgetful of worldly concerns, immerse yourself into the world of books and ruminate only about them as they please you. However, there is one crucial drawback: you lose the sense of time and place! How many times I was dumbstruck by the fact that I'm now in CA!
