i vividly associate books with where i read them. Alice Munro and White Noise were on the F Train going over the bridge. The Giver and 1984 were on floral sheets in a sunny room. Andromeda Strain and Master of the Senate we’re at a muddy beach in Turkey.

Excuse me the F Train doesn’t go over the bridge i meant the D Train

Sapiens in late morning on the striped couch in Houston. A Song of Ice and Fire with the horrible man coughing below my bedroom. Manhattan Beach in a Marriott hotel in Albany.

this thread inspired by @goingblondzo reading white noise