Sure, the state teaches me the alphabet, but it’s expansion that brings me to realize what it is to read.
I study philosophy, yet it isn’t until Plato that I hit on a tinge. Reading becomes real for me in The Lysis.
Then again in Gibran
I read some Barthes and Wittgenstein. I finally find literary criticism.
Theory picks my hole and hauls my corpse out into the glorysun.
In the light I feel the warm intimacy of the word.