Just something I've been thinking about

I live in constant fear of becoming the bubble-dweller that my upbringing, and especially my schooling, encourages. Whenever I realize my own ignorance I feel a pang of horror followed by a flood of relief, because I remember all of a sudden that I haven't surrounded myself with people who never challenge each other.

In other news, Florence and the Machine:

In other-other news, I may be working on a ghost story. Sort of a mash-up of a lot of fairy tales and horror stories about innocent curious people discovering the dreadful secrets of their hosts. Hypothetically this is eventually supposed to be part of the backdrop of the novel I'm percolating.