A cold early morning seated at the back of a probox having parted with 200 ksh just to get to work in the middle of a pandemic that had rendered the whole country impassable, movement was illegal hence the hefty price. The small town was Gatundu . I was on my way to a small village whose name I don’t recall. The air was cold , dry and crisp the coldest I had ever felt . I reached out for my phone and searched for the ebook from the previous night.

An excerpt of the book had led me down a rabithole. His exact words-

You once told me that the human eye is god`s loneliest creation.

How so much of the world passes through the pupil and still holds nothing. The eye , alone in its socket, doesn`t even know there’is another one just like it, an inch away, just as empty.

Why did I resonate so much with the hunger?

The pandemic had brought with it a surge of melancholy. Ocean Voungs words had spoken to the emptiness I felt inside .Therefore I sought it.
I got to reading ,his words slowing filling me up.
There is a certain yearning in Ocean´s writing that beautifully describes a feeling you inhabour.

Maybe we look into mirrors not merely to seek beauty, regardless of how elusive but to make sure, despite the facts, that we are still there- Ocean Vuong