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I talk to myself about all the wrong things.

You watch the sunset too often, it just becomes 6 p.m.

Once upon a time, the story goes, cicadas were human beings, before the birth of the Muses. When the Muses were born and song came into being, some of these creatures were so struck by the pleasure of it that they sang and sang, forgot to eat and drink, and died before they knew it. From them the race of cicadas arose, and they and they have this special privilege from the Muses: from the time they are born they need no nourishment, they just sing continually without eating or drinking until they die… (Sokratic Dialogues 259b-c)

Strawberries rot if left pressed up against one another for too long. It does not mean you have done anything wrong.I thought about telling you this the last time I saw you.Everything rots, in the end.

Sometimes it feels better not to talk. At all. About anything. To anyone.

When you give someone your time, you are giving them a portion of your life that you’ll never get back. Your time is your life. That is why the greatest gift you can give someone is your time.

Not everyone you meet is awake. Some are asleep somewhere inside their body and sometimes no matter how much you try to wake them up, you just can’t.

We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body.