Turning all this over in my mind, I started to imagine another me somewhere, sitting in a bar, nursing a whiskey, without a care in the world. The more I thought about it, the more that other me became the real me, making this me here not real at all.

“Lumea nu este decat o lupta nesfarsita intre amintirile unor tabere opuse.”

“a person’s mind is controlled by his body, right? Or is it the opposite—the way…”

“With my eyes closed, I would touch a familiar book and draw its fragrance deep …”

“People are born in order to live, right? But the longer I’ve lived, the more I’…”