Recently I finished reading The Goldfinch by Donna Tartt. I enjoyed reading it and especially the following passage. I can relate it to it in so many ways and Tartt was able to put into words what I am going through as well as what my thoughts are about this world. This passage is why I love reading books and someday the reason why I write, books or other things.
“But depression wasn’t the word. This was a plunging sorrow and revulsion far beyond the personal: a sick, drenching nausea at all humanity and human endeavor from the dawn of time. Continue reading