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blog chronicling my obsessive crave for art, and demonstrating my incalculable dysfunctions of self-aversion, neuroses, solemness and guilt, mixed with my complete and normal sanity. Welcome!
Sometimes, you read a book and it fills you with this weird evangelical zeal, and you become convinced that the shattered world will never be put back together unless and until all living humans read the book. And then there are books like An Imperial Affliction, which you can’t tell people about, books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like betrayal.