DAY: one
I can't seem to remember how to read.
It is like a twitch, this maddening twitch in my head.
In school, the analysis of everything from ethics to literature has always been obligatory. One cannot stray afar from the ways the teacher wants you to think. Guiding must be harder than dictating. Therefore in haste they often spoon feed things to me.
Perhaps that sucked the joy out of reading- the fear that I am getting things wrong, even when I read for leisure. What can I say- perks of English being my second language. I hate it. I hate it because I don't speak English well enough but I don't know anything else better. Colonialism is a bitch, eh?
I guess they still linger in our insecurities, even after independence.
It isn't unfair though. Even if it is, it's not like the world owes me something.
Now that books don't stir feelings, I don't like anything anymore.
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