You get to build your perfect space for reading and writing. What’s it like?
Reading in silence and peace is comforting. Having a nook with perfectly placed pillows, mood lighting, a mug of aromatic tea steaming next to you. I love it, sign me the fuck up.
BUT
Have you ever lost yourself in a book on the subway or the bus? As a kid, pulled out a book in the middle of the cafeteria with crack head middle schoolers trying to start a food fight?
There is a special moment when a book truly acts as an escape. All readers know it. The moment you look up from your book and realize that you’ve been so immersed in it that the world around you just… fell away.
My ideal place to read would be in a place and time that is nothing but chaotic. A Marshalls on Christmas eve. A grocery store the weekend before Thanksgiving.
I would make a fort in the toilet paper aisle, take the longest breath possible, and check tf out.
Spew Anew 