His brother's keeper

A pulsating vibration. You wonder, I wonder.
I wonder what I want to say this time.
What I want to write, or what should I tell this time.
I do not have, really, anything interesting to say.

Ummm, maybe, should I talk about that I will return to school soon?
That I do not really want to, because... ummmm, I am afraid!
Neh, I am just a lazy cheap.

Should I talk about about my girlfriend?
She is wonderful, simply put.

I am out of words, but I am doing this because it needs discipline.
I need to remember how to think and speak. And I should write something longer, to prove myself I can still do it. That I can improve it.

My girlfriend bought me, this weekend, a great edition of "Quijote". I really love it, I have been wandering through its pages. I can not wait to read it. But still, I am stuck with Dostoievsky ("The Karamazov Brothers"), and I want to finish it before I start reading something else. I have always found classics very difficult, mainly because I respect them. I eat classics very slowly and avoid doing that "400 hundred pages in a couple of hours" crap, because I want to learn from them.

How and why. Why and How.

That is important.
That is what counts in a book, always.