the wild winds around you
People don’t remember me really. It’s not a paranoid thing, I just have this habit of slipping through memories. It doesn’t bother me all that much. Except I guess that’s a lie; it does.
"I don’t know what’s the matter with me, why I’m so adept at distance, why I feel so remote from things, why life feels like a rumor.”
— David Shields,
How Literature Saved My Life