Jokerman said:
I naturally don't have deep conversations with others, nor is my mind filled with the content of small talk. Isolation made me in its own image. So the deepest conversations are the ones I have with myself. Yet, in the middle of a conversation with myself, I often feel a sudden need to talk to someone else, so, as evening sets, I wander through the streets looking about me, and each person offers me some snippet of experience, each house some novelty, each tree some advice.
My silent walk is one long conversation, and all of us, people, houses, trees, and sky, are one great comradely crowd, elbowing each other with words in the great procession of Fate.
My silent walk is one long conversation, and all of us, people, houses, trees, and sky, are one great comradely crowd, elbowing each other with words in the great procession of Fate.
Jokerman, what's your major?