“If at large gatherings or parties, or around people with whom you feel distant, your hands sometimes hang awkwardly at the ends of your arms - if you find yourself at a loss for what do with them, overcome with sadness that comes when you recognize the foreignness of your own body - it's because your hands remember a time when the division between mind and body, brain and heart, what's inside and what's outside, was so much less. ” ― Nicole Krauss, The History of Love
A blog about random musings, stray visits and earnest thoughts. An attempt on my part to treasure some precious memories before they fade. As someone remarked “Even a dull life could make a worthwhile reading, provided the writer paid sufficient attention to detail.”
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