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I couldn't see past my own ego. Bold and brawny, unfit for my small frame.
John Steinberg's Travel's With Charlie. The last book I finished and the last thing to imprint an impression on me. I need to find relatibility to live.
The section of the novel where he rummages through a strangers remnants in the hotel room made me ponder the way I rummage through someone's sporadic words or lack their of. I think too much. Dysfunctional.