I can’t sleep tonight so I’m curled up in bed with my 8 pillows (yes, I really have that many) and an amazing book.
The things you’ve heard about Lost in Infinity? They’re all true…and so much more.
This book gives me a hunger to read again, to live my life as more than just another American zombie worker: work, eat, sleep, repeat. It’s not necessarily the content of the book but the language, the words, the verbiage. I feel as if my soul is starving, desperate for sustenance.
I need to read. I need to write. I need to play music. I need to travel.
I’m entirely too young to have already let my soul starve.
But for tonight, back to the book. I’m hungry for more, scrambling to devour every last delicious sentence.
I need to find beauty again.
This may be one of the nicest reactions to “Lost in Infinity” I’ve read. I’ve regretted writing the book more times than not, both because of the problems it’s caused and the depth of my personal life it reveals. Reading this reaction, makes it all seem worth it. Thank you!