Some people love some music, and they hear it a year later and they think, 'What was I thinking?'
I had a magic kit. I never really followed through on it, but I had my phase of wanting to do it, sure.
My favorite anything is always relative to the context of present time, place and mood. When I finish a book and want to immediately find another by the same author and no other, that author is elevated to my favorite.
I went through a phase where I loved tattoos, and I loved the feeling of getting tattooed.
In fact, writing, especially writing autobiographical works, and this is actually the fourth time I've done it, each time I've done it I've felt deeply immersed in the material as I'm doing it, and then it's over and everything is the same.
After a semester or so, my infatuation with computers burnt out as quickly as it had begun.
Later I would come to believe that erotic ties were all a spell, a temporary psychosis, even a kind of violence, or at least they coexisted with these states.
I like the consistency of a TV show, but I like it for three months out of my year, not nine.
