words;

there's a moment of breath-taking clarity when you read a particular sentence/phrase/story that just resonates with your whole being.

the words seem to fly off the page and into your lungs. you breathe them in, and hold them there as realisation and understanding take over. when you've swilled them around in your head, you can't help but marvel at how beautifully and simply the writer has captured the essence of a situation/topic.

it clears your head and feels as if you've breathed in frosty, winter air. it always come out in a rush, but that minty feeling stays in your throat; and the words are all you can think about for the next few minutes.

i love those moments. they drag something out from within me that i'd already known; but didn't know i knew. they put into coherent words, my thoughts that had previously made absolutely no sense. they make me think.

i read for those moments.




' "And when it was all over, the king and his retainers burst out laughing," he finally said.'
(a folklore for my generation: haruki murakami)