there as a time back in 2007 when I was in a really shitty place, or maybe it was 2006. I threw all my books off the shelf in a rage. Nobody else was there.

it felt a little bit good.

But then I had to put the books back together again.

I left the books on the floor for a day. Some of the books are still dog-earred and folded as a result of being folded over at the cover and first few pages having been thrown down.

I picked up those books. I learned a lesson then.

Anything I want to throw that's mine I'll have to pick up again.

Life's not too great at the moment, I'm remembering that moral quite poignantly.