There is a huge difference between reading Solzhenitsyn lying on the narrow lumpy bed in my large, cold, not-quite-bright-enough room in my parents' house and reading Solzhenitsyn lying in the soft comfy conjugal bed in my tiny, sunset-flooded apartment.
Either way it is educational. I am learning things I wish I didn't know but I should know.
I've also been sad lately. First it was something Solzhenitsyn said, then it was my upgefukt TV. But I was sad today too and I don't know why. Hopefully mi cielito can make me feel better.
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