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Andrew Sean Greer
Enlightenment Now: The Case for Reason, Science, Humanism, and Progress
Steven Pinker
Progress: 54/576 pages
The View from the Cheap Seats: Selected Nonfiction
Neil Gaiman
Progress: 202/502 pages
Norse Mythology
Neil Gaiman
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Post Office - Charles Bukowski

I like Charles Bukowski for his rudeness and deep honesty. 


I wrote crap for my own pressure. It is like dancing. Not many people could be a dancer, but we could all dance badly for our pleasure. 


I wrote things as a form of humor, or as an form of expression that it hard for me to find another channel to express. But it is never for profit or getting attention from others. Too many books should never made into publication as it is worth less than the papers it was pressed on. 


Save the tree.


But writing is something else. Somehow it is a fun to let thoughts jumped out of you, in a moment that you captured these thoughts and put them into words, with no particular audience in mind. Just words, thoughts that go unnoticed unless they were caught and nailed down by ink. 


So many people should be readers, and not writers. Oh well. It is an experiment. And someone who shouldn't got published, got rich from doing so. Crap books are everywhere. Maybe it is good as evidence of a stupid generation of humans for archaeologists of the future, or cultural studies or history.