… this list in the back of my mind, to name a few: watching Kogonada’s Columbus over and over again; early morning walk to the office crossing the bridge where the morning light spills through the city that is waking up; T. S. Eliot’s poems; the sound of my mother’s laughter; windswept quiet beach; talking to someone who share the same favorite music; stunning and quiet bookstores. I keep and notice these moments closely because I am convinced there’s nothing painful could touch …
