ELIZABETH HARDWICK The greatest gift is the passion for reading. It is cheap, it consoles, it distracts, it excites, it gives you knowledge of the world and experience of a wide kind.
Otrovertist post this morning from Karun Pal
I live a lowkey private life. Alone. Observing more than speaking. Thinking more than showing. I get rarely bored by solitude. A quiet room, a book, a long walk, my own thoughts. That’s all I need. What exhausts me is people. The small talk. The noise. The constant performing. The pressure to always be “on.” Too many conversations with no depth. Too many masks. So I disappear for a while. Just to breathe again. To hear my own thoughts. To feel my own emotions. To reconnect with myself beneath all the noise of the world. And honestly, it feels like therapy for the soul.
he seems to have his own book for sale
No comments:
Post a Comment