When I was younger, I used to start a book by reading the last page before anything else. I liked how it made no sense, how everything was so out of context. Then I’d read the book from front to back. Somewhere in the book I’d forget about the ending. Then when I reached it I was filled with a kind of nostalgia from returning, but this time it all makes sense. For some reason I don’t do that anymore, and I’m not really interested in doing that again, but I like to think about the times when i did.
