I feel frustrated again today because I am very tired dispite more time on sleep than usual. Heater keeps the room warm and I do not make sense of thrilled weather.staying indoors all day, I was occupied by reading. I see reading  as a way to document the past and explore insight into the future during which the present is shaking as undicisive part.  It not easy to identify it when geting involved in it. The pleasure of reading is quite different from that of shopping. Engaging  in turning pages like searching for a outlet in a jungle without human trace except the author's voice. You do it alone, but you are not lonely. You talk with the author by reading his words as listening to him or her, but  in fact you are thinking about and organizing answers to your questions. When you are listening, actually you are going back to the past, contemplating the present and trying to knocking at the door of the future. You and the writer are the only two on the planet, the chairs on which you are sitting and the laptop with which you are taking notes are the only stuff you need in your life. In a word, you and the producers of the books are having a walk side by side, arguing as well as shaking hands sometimes.  

      Shopping is toally different which can be referred to give rise to pleasure. I am tired and can not go on writing.