and I have filled this void with things unreal

Sometimes I unintentionally (or at least subconsciously) have a reading streak on a particular theme. Has this ever happened to you?

Or am I just now noticing that things have more in common than I think they do? (Does that even make sense? Look, I've been sitting here typing for four hours, nothing much makes sense to me any more.)

( Come back past philology and kennings: World War II Novels, Icelandic Sagas, and Seamus Heaney )