A Reader’s Mind is Like A Hotel

I imagine my mind as a hotel where characters from all the books I read stay. Most of the characters leave as soon as I finish reading the book.

But some stay.

Some stay longer.

Some stay forever.

But there are other things they do. See, when we give room for them stay, they mess with it. They scribble crazy things on the walls. We call them quotes.

Some re-arrange things in the room, lock some rooms forever, among crazy things.

But you know what, I love those who stay forever. I love those who shake things up, and scribble stuff on the wall.

I totally love them.