reading Klosterman makes me feel so good about myself, it procures me with pure euphoria; a unexpected feeling joy of that initiates other feelings of content and peace. I also find myself endlessly thinking, voices inside my head; I begin to think I am this genius with an original outlook on life that if shared would help solve all of the world's problems. But once i am done, I realize it's total crap, but that's just the way I am; to this day, I have never ever been satisfied with anything I did, especially writing. Anyhow, god i wish blogger had automatic caps I am sick of scrolling back, Klosterman makes feeling interesting and complex. Most people that read philosophy books, secretly enjoy the fact that understanding and/or relating to such texts means that they're intellectually above many peers. I do not agree, I read Klosterman because I hate fiction, I hate all the symbolism and I hate knowing that the plot has been designed for these events to happen; I love the unexpected. Nonetheless, nonfiction can be quite dull, which is why once I find entertaining nonfiction, I am at my most jovial state. But that is not the only reason I read Klosterman; he is the only writer that has been able to retain me to a couch for a mere 8 hours straight without me perceiving the passing of time. According to me, that's the definition of a great writer.
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