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I prefer winter and fall, when you feel the bone structure of the landscape—the loneliness of it, the dead feeling of winter. Something waits beneath it, the whole story doesn’t show.
I'm not afraid to be myself, even if it means being different.
To write is to resist the noise of the world.
All great truths begin as blasphemies.
I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.