i at first intended to say "i am done with margaret atwood's the handmaid's tale", but no. that's not true. i'm not done with it. not yet.
i read. i read fast. for once, i do not drown myself in the words. i do not dwell in them. for they do not fascinate me. nor do they seek absorption.
rather, it is what these words form. the entirety(?) of it all. the terror it surges. the misery that tears within.
i do not have complete comprehension. not that it matters. is that i felt it. is enough. is that i'm writing like i read. is enough.
it was good. is enough.
*edit* i wonder if it's a facade. ought i care? but i do.