November 30, 1922
Thursday, 10:50 pm
Dear diary,
It's getting colder, I am not even sure how I experience the change but I do. In a way my life is being confined in a dwelling barely making four walls, but if I look at it in another way I wake to infinity not just in the sky but in the land, maybe I always did but I am noticing it now. How much of a thinker I have been, maybe the loneliness has got to me, they warned us about that too. They said the stay can make us feel that the rest of the world is moving without us, but I don't feel lonely. I have indeed been thinking a lot lately but all there is to blame is Taehyung. He talks so wisely about the meaning of life that I just want to listen to him all day, ironically that's all I do. His eyes light up when he recites an old poem or explains an artistic piece. I have never been poetically inclined but he talks about them so passionately that it strike up a spark within me. The journal I found the other day must have been a collection of these thoughts, I am certain he writes, though he hasn't shown me any. I am waiting for him to get comfortable enough to share it with me. Maybe the day is not so far.
Night
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