"When from our better selves we have too long Been parted by the hurrying world, and droop, Sick of its business, of its pleasures tired, How gracious, how benign, is Solitude."
William Wordsworth, The Prelude
Academic during the day; keeping to the hectic pace of life, with all its hasty decisions and fiery statements. At night, I get the time to ponder on what I did and said, and her, I try to make sense of it all.
أكاديمية مصرية خلال النهار، بمشاغله و ضوضائه. أما في الليل فأكتب لأفهم، وأعرف ماذا أريد
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