Here's that sort of comfort in the company of books and some other things not everyone would assign too much value on. The shelves in my room can only tell you too much about me yet at the same time also conceal as much. Somewhere along the lines, I'm kind of driven to do some sort of autofiction or maybe my mind is persistently caught up in this univers proustien, an aftermath of enjoying... immensely Du côté de chez Swann, the premier roman from Proust's À la recherche du temps perdu. And I figured out, had I had luggage space when I was in Bangkok I would've gotten all the other romans from this volume. But I guess it would be best if I just wait and read them non-translated!
Photo: Gian Cruz.