[ WP ] Once great literature , now great litter .

The light flickered a warm glow at the other end of the room. It had been another long cold day. Yet another day I do n't have the energy to wade across the stacks, but I do. I often imagine myself a conqueror, hiking up the metaphorical Everest of pages. With each pace I say to myself'this is worth it' and I finally plop onto my corner of the bed. I dare n't light the fireplace, I dare n't move much for when a stack of books, when they fall, they cause a Domino Effect. I've been doing this for close to 9 years now, and every night I contemplate if it is the right thing before falling into a deep, dreamless sleep. Recounting the excuses I've come up with to every lover I've ever had - the ones that matter, that is. `` I'm an INFP, it's my sentimental nature... I need something to hang on to... I'm a lover of words... stories... literature... books...'' Tonight I drift off to sleep after all the thoughts. But the last thought on my mind is always this: Maybe I am a hoarder as they all say. 
 
 The year is 2115. Religion has been outlawed. All the existing copies of the Bible are here with me. The police'll find us any day now.
