Reading detour

I've been reading Garcia Marquez, one of my favourite writers today. Was a book called Twelve Pilgrim Tales (translated from Doce Cuentos Peregrinos in romanian) and I feel a bit light, and strangely a bit moved.

What I find strange is that when I read, my vocabulary changes, but strangely, not by including words from the books I read, but other words. Probably the "new" words are released from my subconscious by my feelings towards the book in question, i have no idea...

Cheers,
za-k/

Bored by definition

Well, since a lot of time now I wanted to start my own absurd blog that talks about nothing in particular.
And, voila, here I am wasting my non-existing free time doing just that.
Beeing existentially bored, I think I won't occupy too much of Blogger's disk space in the future, but you can never know.
I really hope I scared you enough not to ever want to follow this blog very closely :)
Well, that's it, I'll let you know more later....

Cheers,
za-k/