One never knows why writes what he writes ... and when reading something, always pure causal movement ...
But causality can only be found in things, but we can also regret the fact that no causalities happen ...
is rare to go wandering about these matters when a person dies. I always had a problem with today (and finally go to the point of this post and leave me for spells). I like being a fan of something: as a boy he collected figurines and was always a cartoon serial. Then I saw a series of different kinds. I grew up and when I grabbed the age of music, I was eager to follow different groups of rock ... The Rounds were chosen for my greed national. It was also Nirvana ... causally band that I'm listening to at the time of this writing. But Cobain had the crazy idea of \u200b\u200bsticking a corchazo and Bang! my favorite band was completed internationally. I also grabbed a love of reading and writing, but in this case is complicated a bit to choose someone, everything was already written and all were dead. Everything was new to me, had gone out of fashion in the world. Well, I said several times that do not follow any current national writer (I mean LIVE), which I created a sort of feeling bad about myself, like I could not connect to current and stuff ... I do not want to be one of those writers who seem envious and pedantic saying "I do not read my contemporaries" ... the lack of writers currently feel like a reading Tara ...
Well, this year I was determined not to finish it without starting to read Fogwill ... and guess what happened? DIED. Perish the Oct. 22 Palm. He had already begun to read some of it. Two stories that I thought were excellent. After seeing him in the Book Fair this year, recording his interview, which I found amusing and interesting (even if I wanted to talk more about literature) I went to visit the booths and the Directorate General of Culture and Education, found him in a book form "cigarette box" and to be expended on an old machine to currency butts ... hence the two stories under my belt. wanted to read the Full Story ... alternatively, analyzed texts. And then I thought wait a new book, and become a fan
or something, if they liked me enough. So you may say "of contemporary writers, I like Fogwill." But no. DIED. And the fact that when these things happen, it gives me a very odd sentence ... I like the culture made a crack where nothing else will go ... I do not know ... something seems to be missing ... or goes missing. Best me Laiseca trouble to read, to see if the old is dying too. (And that makes my mouth aside).
