The Twitreader

I love reading. And I love reading books most of all. I love feeling the texture of paper on my fingers as my eyes glide across the ink.

These days though, I barely read books anymore. And it seems all I do read is from the internet – from local news, to gadget and design blogs, to facebook feeds and twitter updates. I tell myself that it’s because I’m finding less books that can capture my imagination, when in truth it’s more like life with the ever-present, always-on internet has very much swallowed me up and shortened my attention span.

It’s like I’m slowly becoming a stranger to the very books that had taught me the joy of reading.

So once in a while, I still enjoy turning away from the glare of the machine, curling up in a chair, and holding an organic tome in my hand as a story sprouts and blooms right before my eyes. And I lose myself to the tale. And I let the hours slip by. And I try not to think of the trees that died to provide me my little pleasure.

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