autopsychography
I walked into a bookstore (next to a square named after a saint) in a city to the west of where I am now.
Touching the spines of books in the philosophy section, I turned away momentarily and found myself facing a “Book of Disquietude”.
Strange word.
Disquiet: a feeling of mild anxiety about possible developments, a sense of worried unease.
A smile considered how frequently I felt this way.
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