Status Updates From Os Luminares

I have found that I have been reading this faster and even with more focus by skim-reading it, than in taking my time with it and falling asleep. It’s unfortunate as I thought I was going to like this but it seems like it’s a me and the book problem.

How silently the world revolves, when one is brooding, and alone.

A belief for him was a thirst. Whenever the subterranean waters of his mind were disturbed, he plunged inward, and struggled downward -- kicking strongly, purposefully, as if he wished to touch the mineral depths of his own dark fantasies, as if he wished to drown.