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After all there was only one tunnel, dark and solitary: mine, the tunnel in which I had spent my childhood, my youth, my entire life.

And things are finally falling into place.

I might have a new reading preference these days: Chaotic literature.

When we have reached the limits of despair that precede suicide, when we have exhausted the inventory of every evil and reached the point where evil is invincible, then any sign of goodness, however infinitesimal, becomes momentous, and we grasp for it as we would claw for a tree root to keep from hurtling into an abyss.

The narrator is far from likable, but says such things that make me ponder deeply.

Vanity is found in the most unlikely places: in combination with kindness, and selflessness, and generosity.

This is so true. I think as I proceed with this book, I will end up agreeing much more with the narrator than I ought to.

I remember so many catastrophes, so many cynical and cruel faces, so many inhumane actions, that for me memory is a glaring light illuminating a sordid museum of shame.

This type of writing is what lures me in. The perfect balance of imagery and introspection.

Catching up on writing reviews for my favorite books.

Coffins are also just fancy boxes made to lock away what we need to forget in order to move on.

Morbid but kinda true.

Different Colors Made of Tears... Such a good title for a short story.