The (delicious) feeling you get when you´re reading Stephen King (“The Shining”) instead of reading Hemingway, Faulkner and the likes of them. Why do we give into our lowest instincts, every once in a while? I know I should – probably – be reading the Masters, in order to further educate myself, but, instead, I get cosy with bulshit vampire and ghost stories made for simple minds. I´m not impressed by vampires and I´ve talked, face to face, with ghosts. So what´s the point of exchanging diamonds for common rocks? Why, oh why? It´s like going for McDonalds when you have a gourmet, 5 star, restaurant right around the corner. Guilty – geek – pleasures. Humans are complicated creatures.