my arms are empty but never my heart

by julianna swaney

i read a book last year while in europe. actually i read a few. one i didnt like so much i left it at an airport. oslo i think. but this one i did like. also, notable about me is my habit of reading books with a pen in one hand, underlining parts that after i read them, change who i am. yes, i guess that makes me a book vandal also.

'sometimes i can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives i'm not living'

jonathan safran foer, extremely loud and incredibly close.

portrait.

-from the film 'zidane'.