Anatomy of an Epicurean Solitude: I Adam

"All characters appearing in this work are not fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely not coincidental."

Epigraph

First encounter is always a beautifully weird one if it was not planned beforehand. (16/08/14, 7:00 PM)

… And that was the craziest thing he has ever done in his life. Whilst he forgot the place, the people, and the time- present and past, the whole universe became comprised into hers. Sounds around him became the echoes of some vague and random undeciphered chaos he heard under water or more like that of sounds he heard in his mother’s womb.

Familiar public is tactically a good space for you to place yourself in a comfortable zone. It helps you both to pretend socially that you are enjoying their talk with a gorgeous smile. (17/08/14, 9:46 PM)

I can’t continue because I face a block here. I wrote this passage a month ago and each day I come in to continue the epigraph; then, I meet expressions and words but all of them fail to suffice my demand. So, I’m jumping to the ‘time warp’. (22/09/14, 7:25 AM)

~~Time warp~~

~~Let me tell ye some HIStory.~~

He saw her six or seven years ago and, say, that wasn’t quite a long time because he never missed her from then on. For a period of one year, she slept in his heart and became part of an inevitable memory; his heart began beating for her slowly. (I didn't like this part, so i just strikedthrough) Thus, he fell in love with that unknown, weird girl whom, later, his veins carried and heart beat for. He never stopped loving her. And time began warping in space from the very moment he saw her. (25/08/14, 12:07 AM)

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