return inevitably evokes a sense of familiarity and reminds one of the life detached from in the days that one goes by routine, the compact spaces one is reduced to, the ability to make do.
the ears are blocked and are functioning well only when i turn my head down and see everything behind me as upside down.
standing at historical monuments remind me of how wide the world is.
a solitary life beckons, but not yet.
it's boring because of silence.
silence is golden.
i hate being pigeonholed.
everyone is childish.
if life could be a night flight.
everyone is stupid.
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