My father was in Crown Heights this past week.
He asked me if the creaking of the ceiling fan bothered me.
Now I'm stuck wondering if it has been creaking since I moved in, and I just learned to ignore it, or if it only started that morning
The letters of our thoughts are the ideas present in our mind before they come to realization . . . Thoughts that are, yet not felt . . . The words of the subconscious . . . of the soul . . .
These are the LETTERS OF MY THOUGHTS.