Literature connects me to a world outside of myself and I’m less alone. Just as with art, my mind narrows and the world is quiet.
Reading is no longer a chore as I travel seamlessly from past to future. Literature connects me to a world outside of myself and I’m less alone. Just as with art, my mind narrows and the world is quiet. Books are a reservoir of emotion and a place to go when I’m trying to make sense of everything, which is always. All words are borrowed. The beauty of writing is how they flow through us and arrange themselves as something new but familiar. We can be unique and belong at the same time. In moments of confusion, anger, and sadness, words lend comfort, letting us know that someone else has navigated the same tempestuous tides and survived.
— Cory Richards, The Color of Everything: A Journey to Quiet the Chaos Within (Random House, July 9, 2024)
