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World | Jul 10 2003

These days I can’t figure out the point of reading. That’s how it strikes me. I read things, and some are good, and then I start looking for something else. In other words, nothing changes as a result. I’m not sure what I would like to have change, but nothing ever seems to. It’s the same with writing. Nearly every day I write things, and sometimes something seems good, but nothing ever changes.