So much time I’ve spent thinking about things in my head that it almost seems like I forgot how it is to actually taste them. It’s something I have to change, I have to stop wondering so much and actually doing things. I have to stop thinking about trying to go out at night and actually do that, and feel how it actually feels like.
Even the smallest of the experiences sometimes seem much more intense and satisfying than all the wildest dreams. Maybe it’s exactly because I’ve been locked in my room that the reality in its simplest ways strikes me so intensely. It seems the isolation increases perception.