Currently pushing my way through a lot of books. "Heart of Darkness", "A Relíquia" (Eça de Queirós), "The Monk who Sold his Ferrari", oh my god I never seem to finish a book these days...

The void is nice to you.

I am 26 and already feeling that. It think it's not about being thirty, it's a condition that comes with becoming an adult and becoming immersed in work and/or family. I wonder who I'll talk to when I have children of my own. Maybe strangers on the internet... today I feel closer to those I talk to online than to those that I meet through my work life and social circle... I guess it has to do with becoming more demanding of others too. I had a lot of friends I can't stand anymore because their conversation bores me to death.

My sister in law has a nursing home. Completely not like the one described, but still I have come to realise that most of the worst traits in someone's personality are only exaccerbated with age. Reading this made me sad, but not surprised in the least. My grandparents are barely able to take care of themselves now, but they refuse furiously to be put in a nursing home. This story... I don't know, I guess they're right.