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It's insane how beautiful any story can be when it speaks to you not in the literary sense but in perplexive surrealism. It feels as if I can subjectively think about it rather than some papery device trying super hard to familiarize me with emotions that I've neither felt nor seen; that it rather seem reckless in their conjugation.

Some behavioristic ideas are clean but rich people dramatically talking in a language without slangs gives me heebie-jeebies; writing is so collocated thus so papery.

Not so intrigued with the plot either: Sibyl losing her acting skills when in love seems rather convenient and with the drama that follows; Solanki not likey.

Keeping up with the Karamzovs

At this point, this is just super fucked up incestual love story with extra metaphors.

got one week of annoying coding assignments, i'll be back.

Old as sin and ugly as truth: Those kinds of wrinkles slithered on her skin.