
The oneself way of escaping from reality could be reading, undoubtedly. It’s all about leaving this life behind and betting that you will completely forget about it, living those pages instead of your own’s, falling in love with your favorite fictional characters, imagining every single movement and even sighs, and wishing that the story could last forever. But eventually, we should get back to our own book in order to write it correctly and truthfully because if we don’t, no one would read what we have written after we get ultimately moribund.




