A Pattern of Marks Entering My Own Stillness

"I too liked to sit unfettered in a room of my own, emptied of all the past, nothing inside, nothing around, nothing but a voice bundled in paper, a pattern of marks entering my own stillness."
Romesh Gunesekera, Reef

This is just about all I want right now. Flowers and words. And time to decipher them, to listen to all these voices "bundled in paper."

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