“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
Kurt Vonnegut · Slaughterhouse-Five
What part of your soul are you keeping behind a wall, broken into fragments by your own narrow boundaries?
“And I asked myself about the present: how wide it was, how deep it was, how much was mine to keep.”
What part of your soul are you keeping behind a wall, broken into fragments by your own narrow boundaries?
