12.12.10

This past week I was transported into the magical world of Narnia during my morning and afternoon commutes. I found it to be much better than listening to two drunks on the train arguing about roast beef and chicken. Sometimes it helps to be taken far, far away from your present world. A good novel does that.

As a child I was good at the world of make-believe. Probably because I was an avid reader (that's what happens when you don't own a television until middle school). I kind of miss the creativity that comes from constructing your own world, the kind where everything goes precisely the way you want it to. I find this nearly impossible to be had in real life. This would explain my persistent longing for a world that is better - one in which I'm assured is far greater than even what I, in my wildest imagination, could ever conceive.