It is quite a boring day. Despite not wanting, I did some doodling.
All weekend I was at home. Now in my cabin and having my third coffee. Life couldn't be more sad. I am on second chapter of The Great Gatsby by F. Scoot Fitgerald.
It seems like an engaging novel so far. The movie adaptation was amazing, wasn't it. Now when I am reading he bokk , all those scenes are coming back to me. The head jewelry by ladies in the movie got quite caught on. We call it matha patti.
Hey, this post is not about this book.
But I wanna talk about Gatsby.
Why he was such a fool?