My wild little spree 🦧

I'm quite amused at my spontaneity that's been erupting in me since the last few months. Just the other day, I moved to this new place, which could've been a nightmare for my old self, given the numerous familiar faces I'd have to confront. But to my surprise I am quite enjoying it.

Lately I've been also reading lot of books-off track from what I'm supposed to be reading. I mean, I am becoming obsessed with the idea of reading lots of books, having huge collection and having piles of interesting ones in my possession. 
It's ironic though, more often than not, I don't even remember the authors name or the books title after finishing it. Yet the thrill to turn pages only intensifies. Perhaps I am caught up in over romanticizing the idea of reading and books, which I confess that I think it's pretty cool, so maybe I am trying to look cool/smart or something, Idk. But reading a book, sometimes just in a day gives me this different kind of thrill and satisfaction. Even if I forget the names of the author and the characters, going through pages and different stories gives me a thrill of different emotions at that moment. 

So I'll just let this wild little spree continue.🦧