(voice)

[likeboudica]

I have not been to the library today, and yet I seem to carry the smell of books, of old pages and ink, with me wherever I go today.

Strange, perhaps, but it makes me think of long days in the library with a heavy book in my lap and sunshine barely filtering through the windows. The scent reminds me of peacefulness and thoughtfulness and— maybe even contentness. So it is not wholly unwelcome, truly.

Are others experiencing the same? Is it a curse, then?

Comments

[signatures]

I see it as a natural part of human interaction, not in limits of good versus bad.

[likeboudica]

I think it is something from my time. [ She's observed it, at least. She isn't sure. ] To see everything as good or bad only.

[signatures]

It could be. Or everyone is lying themseles into thinking so.

[likeboudica]

Do you think we are all simply deluding ourselves?

[signatures]

I think most people do.

[likeboudica]

I hope not. [ A beat. ] That may be deluding myself as well, then, that hope.

[signatures]

A little bit, but it's more than allowable.

[likeboudica]

Is it?

[signatures]

No sense in making yourself miserable.

[likeboudica]

I think living a lie would in the end make me more miserable.