Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Sometimes when I read something I start to think in the manner of what I read. This is why reading bad writing is so bad, because my mind starts to work that way. I just read this review of Richard Yates written in the way that Tao Lin writes and now I have settled into a sort of disjointed sadness. I don't even like Tao Lin very much.
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