Last night I started reading Microserfs again. The first couple of times I read it, I enjoyed it enormously. This time, I picked it up and started leafing through randomly, and I had to put it down several times, saying "oh God, I can't read this." It is frighteningly precise, like a prophecy of my own life. A terrifying thing to hold in one's hand.
At least it gives me hope and inspiration too. And to think I only picked it up in the first place to mine it for quotes for a letterpress project. (Coupland is as quotable as anyone, that's for sure. On which more later.)
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