“I am happy now, I enjoy a certain kind of fantasy and a certain kind of humour and I fill my hours with useful activities in lack of anything better to do. I read at least 4 books a week, counting the pages before I start one. I have music on almost non-stop and use it as a protective cocoon. I’m like an oyster covering up the intruding speck of dust with layer upon layer of ideas and routine.”
“All in all, adulthood’s quite unexpected. I’m faster in regaining my balance and I wonder if it’s because I have found the groove to run in over and over and over.”
“I’m rambling aimlessly and re-reading Haruki Murakami’s “Norwegian wood” on a whim. I now have words for some of the things his books made me feel, like how life there means a continuous losing that leaves you with some quite useful gadgets.”
