Mundane actions, profound ideas.
Recently, I was doing a mundane act, and had a profound thought.
On reading, writing, art and artists.
Recently, I was doing a mundane act, and had a profound thought.
The burden I carry can't be fit into a mere square.
The book feels too close to reality, and I had a hard time believing it was fiction.
'Handwriting like print'—write one page a day by copying a news piece from your local paper on to your notebook. Adhere to the exact shape, size and weight of the font on the newspaper.
In a jungle of mayhem I lost myself. Feathers ruffled, eyes groggy and feet pressing heavily on the ground.
The book can be summarised into these lines: "All these years they’ve been like two little plants sharing the same pot of soil, growing around one another, contorting to make room, taking certain unlikely positions."