This is a postcard I got for myself when I visited the Van Gogh exhibition.
“Wow, Van Gogh painted something like this too?!”
It was more of a “Whoa!” moment (о´∀`о), and I just wanted the postcard because the painting was so surprising.
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Looking at a pile of books, each one seems to carry memories, whether they’re meaningful or not, all scattered haphazardly. It feels as though they’re gathered in groups, having some lively conversation among themselves.
There’s joy to be found in solitude.
There’s also loneliness in solitude.
And sometimes, even fear.
When people read books, they carry all sorts of emotions with them. While reading difficult books might be a challenge for me, living a life surrounded by so many books surely must have been a happy one.
The soft pink carpet gives off a gentle vibe, almost like a faint crush or romance. I wonder if something inspired that feeling.
Van Gogh remained single his entire life.
Solitude can be a good thing too.
