random thoughts about life, the universe and everything
Why could I not stop crying from the moment I laid eyes on that beautiful poem by Cavafy, until I was the last to leave that circle? And why was I acting like a silly kid most of the time? The two may be surprisingly related. Read on if you'd like to hear the story.
Have I reached Ithaka? Well, if the destination is the journey itself, maybe I have…
Will my scattered thoughts be heard?
Will my mind be ever tamed?
An old poem that still describes my mindset…
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