Writer's Diary
2/26/25
The soul can never make sense of itself in advance—always self-inferencing, always trying to figure out what it wants, what it needs, where it is, who it is. When I was younger, I used to read and th…
The soul can never make sense of itself in advance—always self-inferencing, always trying to figure out what it wants, what it needs, where it is, who it is. When I was younger, I used to read and th…