Often wandering, but never lost at my local library, ever since as a kid I had a passion for great writing. I miss the days when I could just read, all day every day. Nowadays there are a lot things, both less and more important in life, serving as barriers between me and my beloved passion, but when I do have the time it's all the more precious.
I like the old school books. I like the old school works. I like the old school style,(but I don't like the old school past). No internet "clout-chasing" hype trains and "top-tens" and annoying buzzwords busy serving the algorithm overlord to get noticed in another "shit sploosh" of recycled content. (Pardon the language! It's the only descriptive emotional outburst that comes to mind)
I like those works of art which remain rent free in my conscious. The ones where I relate, fall-back or give in to... for a while, or perhaps ever more it will remain a part. The ones which have a story. A great story to remember.
And one day, I hope to give the people a great story of my own.