the past one and a half days i found my way back to an old friend: reading. made a last minute decision to bring along one of the books from my growing stack of books i have bought but haven’t had the opportunity to indulge in. chose freedom by jonathan franzen because it had one of the most pages and i rediscovered why i love reading (and also questioned why i allowed myself to stop) again. i am always amazed at the visual…… stimulation as if i am inside the lives of the characters and watching every page unfold from a third person perspective. and then i understand fully the fascination i have with reading. i immerse myself fully in the sea of words, concern myself with the lives of other fictional beings and even if it is for that moment, i allow myself to forget about my own.