so i'm just sitting in DFW killing time waiting to go home. my flight outta jackson was on time - even early getting in to dallas, and it looks like my final flight home will be a-ok. truly, a minor miracle.
anyway, i finished reading 'the catcher in the rye' a couple days ago on my flight out to vicksburg. not totally sure whether i liked that book or not... i mean, i never really struggled to get through it - but i wasn't really dying to turn the pages either. and then you're getting toward the end and the tension keeps on building, but then the book takes a right turn and just dumps you. huh. but i guess i can appreciate the theme of confusion throughout the book. a longing for more. or maybe just a longing for something different. but sometimes a longing for more, sometimes a longing for different, sometimes a distaste for everything that surrounds me and the constraints of american society and human nature. that's the story of my life. huh. maybe i liked that book after all. not so much in the actual words written down on the page, but more so in retrospect of the overarching themes covered. wow - i totally wasn't expecting that.
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Ah...screw the "catcher" and go ride your bike.
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