"The infinitesimal squanderings of life could all be gathered up into a huge pile that could crush a continent. It's that many wasted, opportunities thrown at the trash, and we wonder what happened to us when we grow old and wrinkled. But it doesn't mean it stops us, it doesn't mean it takes away— it adds up. We're here now because we did it all, threw it all, regurgitated it, spat it out, but we're here, breathing the air, aren't we?" He chuckled bewilderingly, drinking up the moment.
"We sure are. We sure are."
//k.u.
STAI LEGGENDO
The Quarantine Book
Poesia"--the stillness of isolation, the blazing aloneness, the rich moments with loved ones, and the sole solitude of the person. The rumination of a bored writer, a reflection of the months, a reaction to the silence and loudness of life. It's a methodi...
