The room is full
of the breath of the stories.
That is enough.
Otto Van Rees
Melancholy people have two reasons for being so: they don’t know or they hope.
A few days ago I had the honour of meeting David Mitchell, the author of the amazing “Cloud Atlas”. He was extremely funny and charming, and he drew a cloud in my book.
Suddenly, it’s not a book anymore. It’s your soul being reflected back to you on the turning pages.
On the night of April 14, 2014, hundreds of schoolgirls at the Chibok boarding school in northeastern Nigeria awoke to the sound of gunfire. They saw men in camouflage approaching and thought soldiers were coming to save them from a militant attack, according to survivors’ accounts.
I can’t feel a thing; All mournful petal storms are dancing inside the very private spring of my head.
“A certain man once lost a diamond cuff-link in the wide blue sea, and twenty years later, on the exact day, a Friday apparently, he was eating a large fish - but there was no diamond inside. That’s what I like about coincidence.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Laughter in the Dark