It was a small room with dim light coming in the window, reminiscent of old Polish films.

People need routines. It's like a theme in music. But it also restrictsyour thoughts and actions and limits your freedom. It structures your priorities and in some cases distorts your logic.

She gave me this look – she might have been watching from a lifeboat as the ship went down. Or maybe it was the other way around.

Was the earth put here just to nourish human loneliness?

In traveling, a companion, in life, compassion.

It might not be perfect, but the fundamental stance I adopted with regard to my home was to accept it, problems and all, because it was something I myself had chosen. If it had problems, these were almost certainly problems that had originated within me.

All imperfections are forced upon the imperfect, so the 'perfect' can live content and oblivious.