This blog is largely a vanity project on my part. That’s not to say that I’m using it to blow smoke up my own ass. Rather it’s a vehicle through which I can purge the endless inner monologue about the things I love most (i.e. the books I read and have read) because I don’t have anyone I can unload on IRL.
So when you look at it that way, it’s way more pathetic than it is narcissistic.
If you do happen to find your way here, I appreciate you taking the time to read my mental vomit. I’ll appreciate you more if you actually take time to engage in conversation with me over any of it.
Either way, I’ll still be here, unleashing my verbal diarrhea on the world because it never ends well when you try to hold shit in.
Keep It To Your Shelf 