I'm a voracious reader, and I read books on a wide range of subjects. While I do derive a great deal of pleasure from books, as I get older I've realized with some sadness that each book I read puts me in a more "exclusive" and lonely category. While I might be passionate to share the information I just learned on Bismark, trying to do so will inevitably look like showing-off, and be met with blank stares. So, do I keep reading and keep isolating myself, or stop reading and lose something I love?
I am drifting apart from my peers,
each stride equal to one book-length,
a road to isolation paved with printed words
and picture-less covers embossed with copper.
This ground was zoned for an ivory tower
as it is held in common with no one,
each page turned, each chapter staked
forming new boundaries to expand
my zone of solitude, my island of desolation.
Love. While reading can "expand [the] zone of solitude" it also expands the self.
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