A thread on how others words can engrave your soul:
I started a practice 10 years ago.
Every book I read I would write down the words that spoke to me.
Creating my own bible.
So that when times were dark, I had a light.
These are the ones I come back to again and again.
Emotion haunted his face. It was anguish, some kind of anguish, and the dull, stoic anger that hangs in the eyes of repetitive, ill-paid work.