Edita’s Reviews > Yesterday, at the Hotel Clarendon > Status Update

We’re unaware of the extent to which pain, or, rather, the will to avoid suffering, dictates our choices, our opinions, commands our decisions.

Yesterday, Carla called me a passionate reader without knowing a thing about my reading habits. I think she meant I’m a passionate person and the word reader escaped her like a glass slips out of a hand. It’s true that reading is part of my life, that it brings me pleasure, but at the same time it burns me. From the inside. As if, encountering my nostalgia, it ignites an unbearable elation in me.

[...] only the remains of the past could ignite in her a vertiginous sense of being alive in the present.

Words ignite me.