some little things

someone came to me yesterday asking for help i couldn't give. he said: often i couldn't go to sleep at night and i get so scared of loneliness that i always surround myself with TV, music, and my mobile - everything that produces sound to make me feel less alone. he said he started writing three novels at the same time to relieve his awfully full mind. i said: that's great - you turn insomnia into creative writing. he said: yeah, but i get stuck on the thirtieth page for my all three novels. then he told me how people talked about him and his peculiarities behind his back. i said: the hell with all those people, you don't have to pay attention to what they say. but it's easier said than done and he knew it. and i think he knew that i knew too. i finished reading Vernon God Little today and despite all the more important details presented in the book, i was just happy coz in the end Vernon could go to Mexico with Ella. It's the little thing that counts ...