A Revolution of Moving
March 20, 2025•792 words
In my dreams, I repeatedly see the guest room of our old house, the huge buffet in there, and the closed cupboards underneath where I kept my personal belongings—dolls, toys, a piano that played music when wound up, books, and miscellaneous items.
Back then, I was just a tiny child. I spent most of my time in that cold guest room, occupied with my books and my little toy cupboard.
I was just reading an article in Science about someone who left their PhD unfinished. They said, "My interest in s...
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