Fractal Labyrinthine

Mind totally disturbed, nothing seems to be at their place or correct,some songs sometimes just get synchronized with the mood.

Okay, normally I don’t like young adult novels or the ‘lovey’ love stories per se, but Eleanor and Park by Rainbow Powell was really a great piece to read. I completed the entire novel in a single train journey of 23 hrs+ I started another novel too in the same journey. What I am trying to say it the novel was a great page turner romance. Also, there was a great part of the novel in which the characters are actually connected due to their mutual love for music and comics, so why not!? So here are some lines I adored from the novel: ~He was still holding the end of her scarf, rubbing the silk idly between his thumb and fingers. She watched his hand. He didn’t look up. He wound the scarf around his fingers until her hand was hanging in the space between them. Then he slid the silk and his fingers into her open palm. And Eleanor disintegrated~ ~Park made drum noises with his mouth: “Ch-ch-ch, ch-ch-ch.” “I just want to break that song into pieces,” she said, “and love them all to death~ ~Or maybe, he thought now, he just didn’t recognize all those other girls. The way a computer drive will spit out a disk if it doesn’t recognize the formatting. When he touched Eleanor’s hand, he recognized her. He knew.~ ~He made her feel like more than the sum of her parts.~ ~“I don’t like you, Park,” she said, sounding for a second like she actually meant it. “I…”—her voice nearly disappeared—“think I live for you.~ ~“Yes,” he said. “I want everyone to meet you. You’re my favorite person of all time.” He kept making her feel like it was safe~ ~Don’t bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It’s disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses ’m sorry about yesterday,” she said. He hung on to his straps and shrugged. “Yesterday happens.” God, it was like he wanted her to eat his face clean off.~ ~Eleanor was right: She never looked nice. She looked like art, and art wasn’t supposed to look nice; it was supposed to make you feel something~ ~He got why Eleanor tried so hard to look different. Sort of. It was because she was different—because she wasn’t afraid to be. (Or maybe she was just more afraid of being like everyone else.) There was something really exciting about that. He liked being near that, that kind of brave and crazy~

This song couldn't reach a greater perfection with it’s soulful music and the vocals.

Just close your eyes and submerge in the music.

“As I stared out at the grim skyline, a bright sliver of the sun peeked over the horizon. Watching it rise, I performed a mental ritual: Whenever I saw the sun, I reminded myself that I was looking at a star. One of over a hundred billion stars in our galaxy. A galaxy that was just one of billions of other galaxies in the observable universe. This helped me keep things in perspective. I’d started doing it after watching a science program from the early ’80s called Cosmos.”

“Going outside is highly overrated.”