Status Updates From Het boek der rusteloosheid

From Section 92: “I am still obsessed with creating a false world, and will be until I die… and in my imagination I line up the characters- so alive and dependable!- who occupy my inner life, and this makes me feel cozy, like sitting by a warm fire in winter. I have a world of friends inside me, with their own real, individual, imperfect lives.”

Isn’t that beautiful?

Im not sure how I feel about the book. I love the prose but I feel myself spiraling with him. He’s so lonely.

I am fascinated by section 92, that is probably my favorite. I relate to every single sentence on that section. It’s beautiful. Also, the idea of having a fictional world with friends in your head and not being able to enjoy it truly because it is not real, is frustrating and he writes it beautifully.

This book is in a weird limbo of being both a slog to get through and really, really good.