From the pen APN
Interacting with ideas and the
laptop seems safer than communicating with other people around me. When I start
positively with gestures of friendship, I find the responses of people around
me to be too raw and bitter to put up with. And what I feel is that I have a
very little patience. So I burst with fire and sound like a filament of an electric
bulb whose fuse now blows out. Such violent outbursts cause momentary glare but
in the succeeding calmness there is darkness or a dead stop.
This is what makes me live
exclusively to myself.
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