I just finished a book.
It was the second in what is to be a series of three.
My mind is numb. I am full of the character's emotions.
I want to be comforted.
I want the story to advance.
But mostly I just wish I was still reading.
Why do we create these alternate worlds.
They so often leave us hallow when we surface back in our own.
Perhaps because the posibilities are limitless there.
As are the world's implications on our own.
You will notice an email on my pictures now. I figured I should start signing them, and as this is the internet, I figured an email address would do. Also as a deterrent for thievery.