“The best moments in reading are when you come across something - a thought, a feeling, a way of looking at things - which you had thought special and particular to you. And now, here it is, set down by someone else, a person you have never met, someone even who is long dead. And it is as if a hand has come out, and taken yours.“
The aforementioned quote so poignantly explains my love affair with words, why I fall deeply for novelesque letters, emails, and even texts. To me, there is electric excitement in stumbling upon words wielded as swords to cut through the pretenses and show the core of a person, to declare their inner excavations, their unabashed thoughts. Especially their sweetest love. Certainly the ability to shape silent, shared thoughts in a manner so uncanny it causes profound piloerection might be a rare resonance in readers, for we often orbit around separate perspectives, but I’ve found it exists, scattered about the Universe like stars seeking completed thought processes in common constellations, and I’m a grateful for kindreds.