Status Updates From De romantici

o moj boze to jest elektryczne ja czuje jak jakas energia przenika moje cialo z kazdym kolejnym zdaniem

I’m happy I told my mother about my experiences with this novel in light of her very early choice of Paustovski’s work as a gift for me. It’ll be all the more meaningful when I finally get to that work. And even more so after she has, eventually, passed away.

If only we could learn about the value of our parents earlier in life. If only I’d realised earlier that she has always understood me more than I knew.

“Nobody realizes that some people expend tremendous energy merely to be normal.” — Camus

Perhaps that’s why I’m feeling so tired now.

I want to read, but I need to write.

I’m turning away from myself, still.

The self out of many selves that needs discovering, uncovering the most.

It needs the air, the sea, the woods, to breathe.

I’ve been so blind to the kindnesses given to me.

Numb to the kindnesses.

Because of the pain.