There is little tension in me recently and there is less need to write long paragraphs of descriptives about one particular feeling, as much as i want myself to. Today I read a collection of excerpts, passages and paintings about love and skipped the ones that were descriptive because i didn't have the patience to plough through pages and pages that lead to one conclusion. Except for this one narrative by James Joyce (I have posted below) where I thoroughly enjoyed reading for his writing style was really clean.