I long for magazines. Those pages, whether glossy or matte, pull me so. I want to be updated on the latest reflections from thousands of mouths. I want to hear something new, something startling, something I haven't heard before, on a monthly basis. I want to try ever newer, ever more daring magazines, despite the price tags.
This is what puts a break on my magazine lust. At five dollars each, they aren't highly cost efficient. I would subscribe, and get the excitement of one every month, but the weirdness of changing addresses deters me.
I don't know what to do about my magazine lust, but hopefully I'll figure something out soon.