A hunchbacked future.
Khayyam’s “Let’s forget tomorrow for tomorrow may never come.'
To care about tomorrow or to care not?
Two people: no solitude.
Solitude is the happiness of a writer.
And painters.
All artists.
Complete deviation from the world.
Solitude.
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Solitude...definitely underrated. This peace is so true