Noobsaur's Chunks

I often find my treasure at Half Priced Books. The most recent find was Iron Council by China Mieville. I've been tracing the Bas Lag trilogy since my boyfriend was required to read Perdido Street Station for his Literature class. I ended up finishing off the book and put the other 2 in the trilogy on my To-Read list. Now that I've checked Iron Council off the list, it's The Scar left that I have to find. The city of New Crobuzon (where the story is set) is one of those places that you want to watch, to observe, maybe to glimpse in and live there for a moment to see how real, how unreal, how normal and chaotic it is to be there physically. And then you decided that nevermind, I don't want to die. I don't want to take part  in that insanity. But I want to keep looking, keep wondering and following the cameraman. As long as it is a movie in my vision, I should be safe. The universe of the trilogy spans several landscape, time periods and discusses ideology, anc...

I put my palms on my pillow and lifted myself up. The plush silk pillow was wet - I actually did shed real tears for a made up scenario in my head. I cried when I felt that sharp pain in mychest - that feeling when you're heartbroken, devastated and had no way out.  Yet there's nothing that's truly making me feel this way. It was purely my own imagination. Have you ever let your train of thoughts craft the hallucinating fabric of reality and illusion in your mind? Call it a window to an alternate universe if you will, or simply allowing your imagination to run wild. I've been doing that since I was a kid, non-stop. My fiance told me I daydream a lot, and he could easily tell when I start doing that. I would start twirling my hair, biting my nails, playing with my own fingers and looking at them as if they were such amusing foreign objects. Subconsciously, my bodily action is not capable of following the movie my brain makes up in my daydream. Today, I saw my...