I love myself. The quietest, simplest, most powerful revolution ever.
To be surrounded by strangers. To exist anonymously among people busy scraping through their own lives: lost in thought, waiting for their coffee to cool, making soft remarks and small movements. They gently rest their souls on the backs of chairs alongside their sweaters, and I smile faintly - apart from them and one of them.
Let’s raise children who won’t have to recover from their childhoods.