Status Updates From Por el camino de Swann

recently i think about this. last week, someone told me a story and cried, and i felt nothing. meanwhile when i read a book about human suffering, i felt the emotions. it’s weird though about the feelings and the synchronicity. it makes me realize all good things that i did just to makes me looks good in myself. all my ideal just imaginary. i can’t trust my thoughts anymore. i am just an asshole under the skin