Life is a series of events and sensations. Everything else is interpretation. Much is lost in translation and added in assumption / projection
I love these words that just can't be translated from language to language. They seem dignified, grounded, battling against the imperialism of reality.
Everyone was staring at them, and for that reason she forced herself to smile and to act as though it was nothing at all to be dragged across the room by a man she'd only just met. When she heard one...