pi & anne

i’m going to—
the library
on this day
i met Simone Weil
and light rain

After a decade long break, I could finally open a book and read. It’s not that I didn’t have the time, or no book. It’s because I was so depressed that reading was senseless, the sentences jumbled, the amount overwhelming. An existential crisis had been fought and won for now. Indeed, life offers lemons, and some are even foul.