Books, Books everywhere

I get lost. 

Well that is an understatement. I get lost all the time. Probably the only time I don’t get lost is when I am immersed in a novel that I am enjoying. Rest every time, I get lost. In my chain of thoughts, which jump like molecules in a boiling pot of water, from one thought to another, transmitting energy from one to another, exciting one to another, making a weird link between two otherwise inconsistent and unrelated thoughts. 

See! I did it again, I got lost in the simile. 

Anyway, so I started writing about how I get lost. And this time, I got lost in books. Should I read War and Peace or the Brothers Karamazov and then I found the top 100 Times Magazine list of novels, again and then I got lost in Their eyes were watching god or Ulysses or Slaughterhouse-Five and then on and on. 

I am in office, I cant be doing this, yet this is what I am doing. I think I need to take a break from work, from this small small breaks, which I think are not small but comprise of almost the whole day, and just take an actual break. Not for traveling or anything. But just to read. Sit at a place and read. All that I can. I know I am not an avid reader. The kind that can read endlessly. I want to be. Or at least give it a try. And then I came to Yates again. Revolutionary road – hopeless meaninglessness of it all - was so powerful that when I saw the movie, at which point of time I dint know that it was a novel, I got lost in the story, in the heartbreak and the unstoppable nature of humans to do what they have no interest in doing and to eventually die because of their inability to do something that they want to do.

I don't think I am drawing a simile here. Anyway, that last bit was I think completely off the hook.

I need a break to read, that is it. 

And some meditation to stop getting lost.