Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation midsentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.
David Levithan – The Lover’s Dictionary
an abandoned chest of roistering literature for the drunk and rampant reader.
drunken library 