Feeling emotionally turbulent. Every other day I'm consumed by an overpowering sense of either beauty and joy and hope or melancholic lethargy and lonesomeness
there was something beautiful about library checkout cards because you could literally see the history of human curiosity attached to a book. like a tiny ghost trail of strangers connected by the same story.
I doubt I'll get to reading him soon though. I don't think I'll be about to bring myself to read him without having finished a good portion of Philox's discourses
I can foresee myself getting obsessed with Saint Isaiah of Gaza sometime in the near future. He'd be a nice addition to the corner of my mind dedicated to Philoxenus. All descriptions of his thought perfectly align with mine