As it is, nothing new to tell, sundays are best for digesting some left ounces of that kilo saturday newspaper, rereading (answering best left for later, sipping wine, the day already old, mining from adventures, brilliant thoughts to recall) last weeks emails, or for browsing through that pile of unread, halve read, totally absorbed or neglected books. Watching some pigeons grazing from thursdays cornbread i picked up one (read), that when i bought it made me say to S.: "This one ―i mean isn't the tittle screaming me?― will have the answers; bet finishing it i will be complete transformed and know how to change, at last".

"Other people might feel I stayed the same from place to place; but to myself I always seemed totally steeped in my environment, or dyed in local color, and now because in transit I felt suffused with utter nowhereness, and therefor like i might turn out to be anyone."

Anyway, this is what Dwight Wilmerding, the 28-year-old protagonist of Benjamin Kunkel's latest novel 'Indecision', thinks just before he lands in Ecuador, a visit started with the flip of a coin. And no I am not going into the story itself, you can read a review here or here or here, but i might as well tell you i enjoyed the book, well, as books do that make me smile and fill me head with thoughts at the same time; not brilliant insights but you know, a little sizzle of recognition, a sullen nod of approval, knowing a bit more and less at the same time, that sweet sensation -hurrah- which doesn't feel as a complete waste of time ― but i am digressing..

So Dwight suffers from abulia ― an inability to make decisions. He has an amazing capacity for resisting change or growth. Sounds familiar?

"Everyone always moves so insouciantly into the future, one foot in front of the next, that it seems as if they've already been there and liked it enough to go back for more. Only their total confidence permits me to follow without undue terror."

He lives the impasse with charming carelessness, though knows he is living a cliché. A 'not even a fresh cliché' as his girlfriend so sweetly points out.

"I knew she was right. It wasn't very unusual for me to lie awake at night feeling like a scrap of sociology blown into its designated corner of the world. But knowing the clichés doesn't help you to escape them. You still have to go on experiencing your experience as if no one else has ever done it."

Excellent! Literature booming through your thoughts, brooming ones dusty brain. And ok, i know, do i need a book, also a hyped one, to tell me this? Duh, nah... The uncanny similarities between Dwight and me, i dunno, its funny, or as we all know fiction is just mimicking live in a sorta gentler way, and does a horoscope not reflect some facts too; in the end i have no idea how or what, the comfort-zone of lazy sunday afternoons, thoughts bubbling towards blue skies, watching i awe..

Well, guess I decide when i finish my second read, ok?