The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
[looking at people younger than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at people older than me] you have your whole life ahead of you, [looking at myself] it's over.
يا عبادي،
لو أنَّ أوَّلَكُم وآخِرَكُم .. وإِنسَكُم وجِنَّكُم،
قاموا في صعيدٍ واحدٍ، فسألوني فأعطيْتُ كلَّ إِنسانٍ مسألَتَهُ، ما نقَصَ ذلِكَ مِمَّا عندي، إِلَّا كما يَنقُصُ الْمِخْيِطُ إذا أُدْخِلَ البَحر!