Belonging

"I realized that everything in the world was an interplay of identical particles comprising different kinds of consonance: the trees, the water, you...All was unified, equivalent, divine." from "Sounds" by  Vladimir Nabokov

The passage is something I wrote down from a short story I read two years ago. I am using the spare pages of a notebook from 2012 to write anecdotes now. 2012 was a shitty year. There is a lot of pain between pages and I am still swimming in a pool of those feelings now but I have not yet drowned.

Things like this save me.