I bought four books over the weekend, and by pure coincidence two of them revolved around time. I had grabbed the Mitch Albom one because I enjoy reading his books and this is one that I don’t own yet. The hardback one was wrapped in plastic and the summary was in its inner sleeve – I took it being completely oblivious about the plot. I just have this affinity for contemporary East Asian fiction novels.
It’s also weird that time is something that I’ve thought about a lot, and have had feelings revolved around it lately.
Life, universe. It listens.
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