prizes and other surprises

Very often, from inside looking outside through the window, and I see people walking this way and that, and I come to think, “Nothing surprises me anymore.” I don’t expect a loud person to talk quietly. I don’t expect a rude person to be polite. I don’t expect a businessman to care about family. Commercials, crimes, affairs, are nothing new. Nothing surprises me nowadays. There is a reason for each happening, and each one of us is entitled to make our own choices. I respect their choices because at the moment of decision, the choice they make, in their own rationale, is correct.

throwing the self away

A few days ago, at the travel centre, the application procedure required me to take four passport photos of myself. After the dreary process, I learned they only needed one to complete my application form, so I was left with the other three.

A day after my birthday. I found the three photos inside my notebook. I crumpled two of them and was about to throw them into the garbage, and as I was about to squeeze the third one in my hand, I paused.



For me, the most memorable scene from "The Bell Jar" is when the narrator finds herself on the rooftop of her dorm building tossing her clothes down onto the street.