I was shocked to discover that some people actually can’t visualize anything when reading a book—because for me, an entire movie plays out in my head with the perfect cast.
Le vieux du quartier m’a dit : « N’oublie pas que la boussole a été inventée avant l’horloge parce que la direction est plus importante que le temps. »
I spent years living like this (except the debt) looking at the ceiling fantasizing about exactly how I live now, everything eventually works out for the delusional optimist imo