Your ability to articulate the ‘unpeeling’ of yourself through Dostoevsky’s work was quietly devastating in the best way, raw, honest, and deeply human. Like watching someone crack open their soul with grace and precision.

You didn’t just read Dostoevsky, you let him dismantle you. 

It’s rare to read something that doesn’t just talk about books but lets you feel the weight of them. Beautifully done, Sohan.