Friends,

Let us stay away from each other's works, literary or otherwise.

Let us shy away from intelligent discernment of one another's choices of lovers.

Do not and I will not comment on matters of family, yours and mine.

Let our conversations remain on the level of ideas and the ideals.

Let us always be sensitive of each others' insecurities.

Let us be the best of friends and give our best lies of each other when we need them the most.

Cheers to the new year! It may be just one more to the many or few years we have, but it is what we have now.

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Reflections after reading The Beach by Alex Garland

Notes on 'Arsenic and old lace' and the insane

Some Stuff

The secret to a good story

Dwell

The dearth of middle-aged heroines

Days left

Disjointed