I think it's time to put down the books, I realize that I have insulated myself with literature and philosphy. I thought I was confident, fearless, but now that the last thread of familiarity is slipping away I see that I am afraid, terribly afraid. I have never had to be alone, really alone, solitude was a luxury and like all luxuries when forced it becomes a prison. I have alwas taken pride in my ability to perform when the stakes are high and the chips are down, so I will come through, but I do it alone without my beloved books and authors as my crutch.
"Hurah for the Karamazovs!"
"Hurah for the Karamazovs!"
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figmentation:
in the end all you have is yourself...
palindrome:
Its funny how those epiphanies just dawn on you out of nowhere...