In Search of Lost Time, Marcel Proust
Been grappling with the thought of going to the UK to pursue a Masters in Lit, just because I can and I want to and there's nothing holding me back anymore. I feel like at the very end of the day, it's words that has always been, and will always be everything to me. And I want to be more, write more, I want to see things that are larger than life and bigger than the constraints of this soul, of this body. And perhaps words and writing and sentences will always be the answer. Perhaps it has always been the answer.
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