The other thing was with the two books I've been reading for a few weeks now. Though they're about completely different things, as for the stories, the essence - practically writing itself - is the same. And it came out so sharply, almost demanding, in the parts where I got to recently, in both books, it was a shock.
There was also a part in one of the books
which I prefer now, where the hero - who's actually a poet - sees his
main character in a mirror. Then later he reads about what if such a
character would see the writer... My déja-vu felt a bit like that.
Today I had a déja-vu again with the very same person who
"caused" this a few days ago, too, maybe only by coming close to me, and asking me
about something that then pulled the trigger. Even though I
had a vaguely uncomfortable feeling before that, suddenly appearing and then growing
inside me. Only couldn't decide what was it about. And there's something
about this person that I really can't stand, though I just think of it
as something that is "his" problem, and makes him act like that.
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