I've been reading, just not posting.
Today, I just bought a copy of Aristotle's Poetics and Rhetoric. I ended up reading the bulk of Poetics sitting in the mall waiting for my cousin and aunts to finish shopping. People were staring at me.
Also bought Dashiell Hammett's The Maltese Falcon. Read that on the ride home. Now I remember why I don't read detective novels much.
Aside from that, I bought a Henry James collection, a Kafka collection, and Thucydides History of the Peloponnesian War. The checkout lady stared at me.
It seems literacy in rural North Dakota is an anomaly.
Breathing and blinking. You're doing both manually now
Knees bent again, I try pleading for mercy, though none is show, here in hell.
Dead amid living souls, reigning a begger, I surrender