I like water caught in a spiders web. I like people who don't smile, ever. And I like people who smile. I like wearing all of my clothes at once. I like the sound of dripping taps and coffee pots.
I like books, and I like people who like books. I like rain. I like writing and I like telling people things and I like talking for hours on end and I like being alone in silence.
... I like nice ink pens. I like old journals.
I like old things. Old things seems sadder, somehow. Like there was a history there. A whole world of people and emotions connected to an object. And when the people die, the thing is left there alone.... sad. I like sad things. I like happy things, but sad things always seem deeper. Happiness wouldn't mean much without sadness. The existence of mushrooms in no way makes chocolate taste better, yet I think we may not appreciate chocolate without enduring mushrooms.... so to speak.....
I like this.
-EP
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