I have two books that were published quite some time ago. I start to read about three sentences. I have to close it. I am so self-conscious. Who did I think I was? ↗
I had become, with the approach of night, once more aware of loneliness and time - those two companions without whom no journey can yield us anything. ↗
Sometimes it's about less is more. It's about the seed. Thinking about this gigantic tree that you think is so beautiful but it started with this just seed. ↗