There are many things we only see clearly in retrospect.
One impossible day, of an impossible month, of an impossible year.
Time passes slowly. Nobody says a word, everyone lost in quiet reading. One person sits at a desk jotting down notes, but the rest are sitting there silently, not moving, totally absorbed. Just like me.
I like to read books. I like to listen to music.
What I was chasing in circles must have been the tail of the darkness inside me.
When I'm running I don't have to talk to anybody and don't have to listen to anybody. This is a part of my day I can't do without.