"In the lavatory Caldwell is puzzled by the word BOOK gouged in square capitals in the wall ablove the urnial. Close examination reveals that this word has been laid over another; the F had been extended and closed to make a B, the U and C closed into O's, the K left as was. Willing to learn, even by the last flash of light before an annihilation, he absorbs the fact, totally new to him, that every FUCK could be made into BOOK. But who would do such a thing? The psychology of the boy (it must have been a boy) who altered the original word, who desecrated the desecration, is a mystery to him. "
I realize that this quote means absolutely nothing to anyone. It wouldn't to me, normally, either.
But the fact is, I had just found a BOOK on my desk at school the week before I read this. I wondered why it was there.
And then, it was as if the universe wanted to explain itself for at least one thing.
October is here! My favorite month. It's been so nice and cold out.
My mood keeps switching from totally happy to quite depressed.
It's quite a phenomenon.