n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
Queria descrever o meu eu como uma casa, habitada há gerações embora cheia de coisas peculiarmente minha. Mas ao final do dia, nem era preciso dizer: fecha a porta, desce a persiana, boa noite, boa noite.
