The world that exists solely for me, in the sanctity of solitude, is where i am being shown the beauty that lies hidden. Proust and Wallace, those great explorers of the human consciousness, remind me of the sacredness of these moments. Like a child, who has yet to be burdened by the weight of the world, the consciousness wanders aimlessly, unencumbered by the constraints of society.
— Apr 23, 2023 04:30AM
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