For many years, I thought that I could be happy only if I did such and such a thing, or met such and such a person, or lived in such and such a place. Naturally, happiness was never where I was, but somewhere “over there”, and if sometimes I did manage to get “over there”, … Continue reading Not There, But Here; Not Soon, But Now
One of the reasons I enjoy reading and writing is that in the river of words I can forget my body, and the physical existence it entails. Of course, it is only a temporary forgetfulness, from which the awakening, the return to reality - a noise in the street, mother's voice in the house, a … Continue reading Soap Bubble Thought
Sometimes, as I stroll round a lake in a park or down a rainy street, I see things reflected upside down in the water, and I cannot help but wonder... What if there's another world on the other side of the water, a world I can only catch glimpses of, a world inhabited by my … Continue reading The City In the Lake
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