Everyone carries a room about inside him. This fact can even be proved by means of the sense of hearing. If someone walks fast and one pricks up one's ears and listens, say in the night, when everything round about is quiet, one hears, for instance, the rattling of a mirror not quite firmly fastened to the wall.
Some beautiful prose here: poetical, if that’s not a slur, it’s meant to be a compliment.
I’m in awe of your writing… beautiful stuff.
I rarely comment on other people’s “About me” pages, but this time I think it’s worth it, or, at least, worth saying something about it…
Fancy to find such a place here~Anyway,the one who loves the dairy of Kafka is always worth saying something about,sehr gut.
so moved to stumble into a blog as thoughtful and beautiful and wrenching as this …
You are clearly a talented wordsmith. Will you share some of your words on Prose? https://theprose.com/
Blown Away!! This entire site is Amazing and Gritty! I love it!