The Confession
Why I need to live a bookish life

A terrible confession it was, but now, at the age of 53, one scarcely needed people any more. Life itself, every moment of it, every drop of it, here, this instant, now, in the sun, in Regent’s Park, was enough. - Virginia Woolf
My isolation is different. It’s self induced. I can meet my friends here and go to that nearby cafe and read people but my priorities are different. I need to meet characters trapped in the books. I need to trace those poetic words. I need to create bookish memories. This kind of life was not forced on me. Words dance in front of me if I don’t write. I need to pull them on the page. I need to do this for myself. Books, colours, art and words they will be forever my priority.
