My inner reality is maybe my best possession. It's constantly challenged. The assuption of the world outside...

It's a curse in some aspects because it makes everything more complicated. It can be almost difficult to witness the simplicity of some people, their easyness with how things are. It's difficult because in some ways, i despite these people, i cannot understand them. And i don't like to feel like i despite someone, or be annoyed just because she or he doesn't read a lot or whatever.

But mostly this inner reality is my safety net.