Saved by phoebe and
On days like today, when the noise has quieted and all that remains is the echo of my own thoughts, the urge to find answers is overwhelming.
what am i doing here?
The moment of illumination that burns across the sky of solitude.
Paul Auster • The Invention of Solitude
With lingering, we extend our pause just a little longer than our mind sometimes tells us. This is like being the last person to leave the cinema after a really good film.