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useless issues
Feb. 5th, 2012 01:14 pmEvery now and again, I try my luck with the bookshelf. I know that the only way Lex Luthor has been able to look my way with such knowing is because he's sought out answers from that bookshelf, finding more of them than I personally feel comfortable with. My hope is that persistence will land. That I will have some way of knowing, or at least guessing, how the future plays out. What lies in store for Damian, for Jason, for Cassandra and Stephanie. But as I return to the Compound late at night, a quick sweep of Rapture having landed very little of worth, the bookshelf continue to deny me any news at all.
Feels typical.
It does, however, deign to give me a thick copy of the Sunday issue of the New York Times. Politics seems to be the main topic, all news about the Republican nomination, the few who still struggle to make the ballot. It's far from the news that I want, but at least it's interesting, and I'm invested enough in Obama's reelection that when I flip through the pages, it isn't all for show.
If nothing else, all of this is far more interesting to me than the Council elections were. I stab at a piece of pineapple, wincing at how tart the fruit proves to be.
Feels typical.
It does, however, deign to give me a thick copy of the Sunday issue of the New York Times. Politics seems to be the main topic, all news about the Republican nomination, the few who still struggle to make the ballot. It's far from the news that I want, but at least it's interesting, and I'm invested enough in Obama's reelection that when I flip through the pages, it isn't all for show.
If nothing else, all of this is far more interesting to me than the Council elections were. I stab at a piece of pineapple, wincing at how tart the fruit proves to be.