I’ve taken up reading The Magic Mountain again and I am once more in the world of Hans Castorp. It is strange to walk around knowing a fictional character lives in your head. Every time I pause reading and live my real life he too pauses in my head resting on a cloudless mountain, waiting to come alive again.

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