We are shaped by the art we absorb, the books we read, the ideologies we breathe. There is confusion and there is chaos. We search for the original idea and we hustle for peace. Forgetting to reflect. Amid the chaos and away from the noise, rests my bookshelf. The ideas that shape me but I do not become the writers I have read. I am not the rebel in the revolutions I have studied. I am curious. I question. I answer. I leave some questions without an answer. Sometimes, I just want to read. I just want to listen. Someday, next to my bookshelf, we will sit down, and read together. Not to respond but to understand. To let the art be, for art’s sake.