I Can't Read

I kind of dread it when people ask me if I've read anything good lately. These days I'm just really dumb and illiterate and can't keep my eyes focused on a page of text that doesn't have embedded links. I think the last full book I read was The Secret History and it was a secretly long time ago. And um...that line from the beginning of Less Than Zero about how people are afraid to merge goes through my head every time I get on the Pike. Deep. But that's pretty much the extent of my current bookishness. Maybe all that carrying around pretentious novels as badges of honor I did in my early twenties ruined the whole reading thing for me, now that I'm old and jaded and lost all my ideals. I dunno.

You know what I do like? Pictures. Images. Illustrations and photographs. I'm what you might call a "visual" person.

I could spend hours looking at these comics and sketches on featherbed's flickr. Would that count as reading something good, lately?

Discovered from this post on SBTVC, which, like I said before, I've spent far too much time reading today.