A reflective January letter on melancholy, empathy, absurdity, and surrender—written from the quiet space where time softens and meaning is allowed to drift.
A philosopher at heart; an author by passion. Welcome to my musings!
Tag: melancholy
9.6 I’m still sick. In body, mind…both? The motivation to wake up every day and go about this life I’ve created is waving. Sylvia Plath:…
Today felt like a slow descent. People all around, moving like shadows–tired in body, tired in mind. I passed an old man outside the pharmacy.…