The inner life, consciousness
without communication, lived experience alone, the cornerstone
The inner life is like a railway station
Sometimes busy sometimes quiet
Usually everything is on time
Sometimes everything stops and waits for nothing
The inner life is like the urban landscape turned inside
out so all the private places are public and all the public
places are private
The inner life is like the countryside where one can be
alone with creation or with machine
The place where everything happens and waits at the
The inner life is like a French town with a river flowing
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