rocking out to some Florence & the Machine on a peaceful night
haven't felt so liberated for a long time
looking forward to time spent alone in library tmrw with another Haruki Murakami book & FATM before options
this has been such a period of self-discovery
accidental social experiment:
the noisier a room, the lonelier I feel
("have you felt alone in a crowded room?" seems to taunt me everytime)
the quieter a room (in solitude) the more filled & alive I become
FATM seems to have an inexplicable connection with fiction
enjoyed such a respite from savouring "Hard-boiled wonderland & the End of the World" engulfed in a world of FATM on dates with the beanbag in the library
cannot wait for the madness to end, but until then
praise the Lord for sustenance,
Haruki Murakami & Florence & the Machine for respite
seems that I have been held / in some dreaming state
a tourist in the waking world / never quite awake
