Alara
@paperthin
“For I have known them all already, known them all—
Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,
I have measured out my life with coffee spoons.”
In my room, I have books. They comfort me.
“Kötü bir anıyı unutmanın en iyi yolu güzel bir tanesiyle değişmektir.”
We can’t and don’t know what others are thinking. We can’t and don’t know what motivations people have for doing the things they do. Ever. Not entirely. This was my terrifying, youthful epiphany. We just never really know anyone. I don’t. Neither do you.
Jake always liked his books and stories. And writing in his diaries. It was a comfort for him. He could work through things that way.” “That’s nice. I’ve noticed he still likes to write. He spends a lot of time writing.” “That’s how he makes sense of the world.”
“This integration reflects the way our minds work, the way we function and interact; our split between logic, reason, and something else,” he said, “something closer to feeling, or spirit. There’s a word that will probably make you bristle. But we can’t, even the most practical-minded of us, understand the world through rationality, not entirely. We depend on symbols for meaning.”
