So why do you read anything anyway? Great literature, newspapers, magazines, blogs; every word we digest builds up emotional muscle, laughable ligature, spiritual sinews.
Like calories, we intake words to live. They inform us, educate us, entertain us and on rare occasions even enlighten us. Unlike bricks and mortar, they do not crumble and crack with age. They hurdle us back in time. They transport us forward in time. They come to us always at just the right moment.
Words create parallel realities just askew from our own. These imaginary universes look, taste, smell, sound and feel much like the one we currently inhabit. Yet something’s just not quite right. No words can capture the blue in the sky, the clashing sweetness and sourness of Tom Yum soup, the aroma of freshly baked sex, the anguish in Morrissey’s voice or the rapture of the beautiful game. Words form only close approximations.
But alas, today I’m not here to contemplate the what or the how or the why of words. No, today, it is all about the where. Where do you like best to take in your words? Do you like to slurp them with your morning meal? Do you prefer to caress them in a well lighted place? Or do you blatantly voyeur them through the window of your computer?
Me, my favorite place to cavort with words is on the toilet. Yes, that’s right, sitting upon my very own thrown, I find it soothing to sink deeper into the muck of a story. There exists a certain regularity that breeds peace of mind, a solitude conducive to the sweet release of the day’s troubles in the reverie of a tale well told.
How about you, where do you most like to read your words?
What words do you inhale the most?
Is there any book/blog/article that has enlightened you in the last little while? Please share!