Bookswept

Hello! Is there anyone alive out there?
I kind of miss this cozy space. I remember sitting on the floor of my high school bedroom and sliding the patio door open all the way, the screen, too, so that I sat half-inside, half-outside. I remember stacking two memory boxes to fashion a desk and...

Bookswept has finally moved into its own place. So long, Blogger. Thank you to all of the readers. I feel like I started Bookswept so long ago but I’m just now getting started. I hope to see you at the new place. Welcome!
Cheers,
Yuri

I promise that this is the last of a short series (see the original i'm alive). Bookswept is in the midst of growing into something a little bit better than what it is now. Thank you for being such a patient bunch.

"He wasn't antisocial — he always had friends, and everybody liked him — but he could go off and entertain himself for hours. He didn't seem to need toys or friends. He could be alone without being lonely."
Into the Wild, pg. 107
By Jon Krakauer