Listening to: Girls Like That (Don’t Go For Guys Like Us) – Custard

Have you ever read a book of letters? What was it like as a reading experience? Even though I mostly expect it to be tedious, Volume 2: 1923-1925 (an incredibly substantial-looking tome – god, why don’t I write that many letters anymore? How many typeset pages would my high school correspondence fill? “Dear Isabel, I hate it here…” x 1,000,000,000) of T. S. Eliot’s letters is calling to me from the window of Barnes Bookshop. It’s not that I don’t think old T. S. would’ve been a fantastic pen pal, but that’s a long time to spend in one person’s head. And I have more than enough books to dip in and out of already. Still…

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