Trueness

Today I finished a non-fiction book about Tibet. I can't remember the last time I read non-fiction for pleasure, I don't know what turned me off of it. I think it wasn't so much that I disliked non-fiction, so much as I just adored fiction. And typical me, I stuck to what I knew best and didn't try anything new. Books with lots of trueiness are my new favorite. Except that the next 8 or so books I have lined up are fiction, but, you know, that's a minor detail.

So, Tibet. The book's author did this terrific job of presenting info and allowing the reader to come to their own conclusion about the issue. I don't know that I have reached a conclusion yet though, and maybe never will. It's complicated. My friend and I were discussing climate change and Western economies, and how there really is no panacea. We're fucked, is the conclusion we came to. We decided that since the world is coming to an end and there is absolutely nothing we can do about it, we may as well start smoking again and quit school and our jobs and watch documentaries supporting our beliefs. It's a solid plan.