What started out as a let's-take-a-trip-down-blogger's-new-look ended in a complete overhaul. I'm not sure I like the new look. The book list vanished, for one. The sidebar looks a little strange, bulging in from the left like that. Oh well. Dostoyevsky said that man can get used to anything, which means that I might very well get used to a new template, for crying out loud.

Los Angeles isn't a place for dreaming. People here are too intent on working for what and who they want to be. The sights are too raw, too bright, and too touchable. Lying on the grass a few days ago, I didn't think about the future mostly because I couldn't. This place harnesses everybody to take everything now. Now now now now.

(What a bunch of bullcrap)

I haven't been updating this for the sole reason that I'm too giddy. My attention span is good only for LiveJournal and not for the "grim atmosphere" I've made this space out to be.

For now, here are pictures of a small island of books I'd want to get stranded in. BJ was a good sport for staying with me for an hour.