“. . . tranquillity was no more. My world had for
some years been in L-: my experience had been of its
rules and systems; now I remembered that the real world
was wide, and that a varied field of hopes and fears, of sensations
and excitements, awaited those who had courage
to go forth into its expanse, to seek real knowledge of life
amidst its perils.”
We write to taste life twice, in the moment and in retrospection.
“It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know,
it’s all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.”
You inflicted a familiar pain in my chest. You stabbed me once again.