Still reading. I remember when this piece was first published, I gave it a try. However, at that time, I didn't have a liking for it. Maybe it was because my mindset was different then, or perhaps I didn't fully understand its essence. But now, as I continue to read, something has changed. I find myself drawn into the story, the words captivating my attention. It's as if a new perspective has opened up for me. I'm beginning to appreciate the nuances, the emotions that are being conveyed. It just goes to show that our tastes can evolve over time. What we didn't like before might become something we cherish later. And that's the beauty of literature, it has the power to surprise us and make us see things in a whole new light.