Samejima

He had always been fascinated with architecture. I admired his fixation, although I hardly understood it

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his hands kept scrubbing meticulously, but his tone remained flippant
"something big must have happened," he remarked softly, almost to himself
"people don't just suddenly change personality like that."

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Sometimes I find myself identifying a lot with Tony Shalhoub's character in the TV show Monk, in that his obsessions both glorify and incapacitate him

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he struck the fly with such a violent blow that the sound echoed throughout the polished marble walls and hung there in the empty air, haunting the house with its lingering vibrations

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C.S. Lewis argues that our waxing desires and fickle cravings are just parts and pieces of a much grander question that can only hope to be answered by the joys we shall receive in heaven.
I think/feel/hope he's right

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- because beauties found in words and books are less likely to betray me
- but they're also least likely to affect you
- exactly

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and then the music stops
the lights come back on
the performer leaves
and the magic is gone

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writing novels that have already been published