Sublime

Like a merciful cloak, paralysis enveloped his body.

Commonplace they might be, but the accumulation of these memories has led to one result: me.

nepotistic

By sticking my nose into all sorts of places, I acquired the practical skills I needed to live.

Sinfonietta

at the end I hardly knew who I was or what I was doing.

“But once the ego is born into this world, it has to shoulder morality.

Of course, reading novels was just another form of escape.

Without a true self, though, a person can not go on living. It is like the ground we stand on. Without the ground, we can build nothing.