Getting there

One of the books purchased on Thursday is already read and put away. I have already started another one. The long wanted and saught after The Lollipop Shoes. It is delightful but in the meantime I have to get ready for my final literature assignment and then to start digging my heels in for the exams. Twenty poems to learn around another 10-15 books to read. Revise. Revise. Learn every linguistic and literary term that was covered in the materials and a quote to justify my knowledge.

It is the quotes that kill me everytime. I honestly can't come to terms with this systems where my knowledge is only worth something if I remember what important so and so made it important. Any knowledge that I acquire myself and a concept which saturates in my head is worth nothing unless I remember somebody far more important who says so too.

On a happier note, today I was seeking some inspiration from my beloved city again, and have discovered this beautiful photograph on flickr:


I absolutely love it and I found it here. I am thinking of contacting the person who took it to see if I could develop it and hang it in my living room as it would be perfect.