[My Audio Book]
I felt a strange one while reading the notebook.
The stories were shorter than those that had the opportunity to find depth;

It was as if they were just snippets of a larger narrative, lacking the fullness and richness that I usually craved in a good story. Each tale seemed to be a fleeting moment, a snapshot of a life or an emotion, but not the whole picture.

Yet, there was something about them that kept me turning the pages. Maybe it was the mystery that surrounded each one, or the way they made me wonder about the people and situations behind them.

As I continued to read, I found myself getting lost in this world of short stories, even though they were so different from what I was used to. And in the end, I realized that sometimes, the shortest stories can have the deepest impact.

After closing this book (!), I looked at the clock and apologized from the moment it ended.

This simple act of looking at the clock and offering an apology holds a certain significance. It might imply that the reading experience had a profound impact on me. Perhaps the story within the book touched my heart or made me reflect on something important.

The apology could be directed towards the author for not fully understanding or appreciating the work until it was over. Or maybe it was a self-reflection, realizing that I could have engaged more deeply with the text.

In any case, this moment after closing the book serves as a reminder of the power of literature to evoke emotions and引发思考. It makes me wonder what other books will have a similar effect on me in the future.

A kind hunter approaches, armed, towards the red flower.

He walks steadily, his eyes fixed on the beautiful red flower in the distance.

The sun shines brightly above him, casting a long shadow on the ground.

As he gets closer, he can see the details of the flower more clearly.

Its petals are vibrant and full of life, as if they are waiting for him.

The hunter is careful not to step on any other plants or disturb the surrounding environment.

He respects nature and all its creations.

Finally, he reaches the red flower and stands there, looking at it in awe.

He knows that this is a moment he will remember for a long time.

With a gentle smile on his face, he turns and begins to make his way back, leaving the red flower unharmed.

I got a spider.

It was crawling far from my hand.

I said, "I have nothing to do with it."

The spider was big and black.

Mom came into the room and said, "Catch that spider and throw it out!"

I said, "Since I have nothing to do with it."

This book was the first collection of stories that I read from Baratigans.

There was a special ambiguity in some of its stories for me.

But what I think is that the writing style of Baratigans is ambiguous and the stories that I felt I understood were actually derived from similar personal experiences.

With all its ambiguities, it is really attractive and lovable because I feel it is similar to many of the problems around me while being very touching and extremely simple in its ambiguities.

There are actually 5 or 6 truly excellent poems within this collection. Each poem seems to possess its own unique charm and allure. The words are carefully chosen and arranged, creating vivid images and evoking deep emotions. Some of the poems touch on themes of love and loss, while others explore the beauty of nature or the human condition. Reading these poems is like taking a journey through different worlds and experiences. It allows the reader to escape from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and immerse themselves in the power of language and imagination. Whether you are a poetry enthusiast or simply someone who enjoys beautiful writing, these 5 or 6 poems are sure to leave a lasting impression.

Bravery is a crazy kind of love. There is no doubt about it. It is like a wildfire that burns within, driving us to do things that we never thought possible. It gives us the courage to face our fears, to stand up for what we believe in, and to pursue our dreams with all our might.

Bravery is not the absence of fear, but rather the ability to act in the face of it. It is the willingness to take risks, to step out of our comfort zones, and to embrace the unknown. It is what makes us human, and it is what allows us to grow and evolve.

We all have the potential for bravery within us. It may lie dormant, waiting for the right moment to emerge. But when it does, it can transform our lives and the lives of those around us. So let us all be brave, and let us not be afraid to follow our hearts and pursue our passions. For in doing so, we will discover a world of possibilities that we never knew existed.

I cannot say to someone I love: “Hello, my beautiful flower. How are you, my lovebird?”

“A Love Letter from the State Hospital,” Richard Brautigan

P.S: Of course, I also can't say it. Because it's too cheesy to say “my lovebird” or “my beautiful flower” to someone.

It might seem overly sentimental or even a bit corny. But sometimes, in the realm of love, people come up with such endearing and perhaps slightly exaggerated terms of endearment. However, for me, it just doesn't feel right. Maybe it's because I'm more reserved or prefer a more straightforward way of expressing my feelings.

But who knows, maybe one day, I'll find myself in a situation where those words will flow naturally from my lips. Until then, I'll stick to my own way of showing affection.

**The Edna Webster Collection of Undiscovered Writing by Richard Brautigan**

On the eve of his departure from Eugene, Oregon to San Francisco and worldly success, a twenty-one-year-old unpublished writer named Richard Brautigan presented these funny and buoyant stories and poems as a gift to Edna Webster. She was the beloved mother of both his best friend and his first real girlfriend. He told her, "When I am rich and famous, Edna, this will be your social security."

The stories and poems reveal Brautigan as hopelessly lovestruck, cheerily goofy, and disarmingly innocent. We witness not only a young man and artist on the verge of blooming but also the entire literary sensibility of the 1960s counterculture about to take flight.
This collection, "Love Letters from the State Hospital - A Collection of Stories", was Brautigan's first work. It was published in 2000, approximately twenty years after his death. According to the publisher, it was a gift from the young Brautigan to a friend named Edna Webster. He asked her to publish it after his death, as if he knew he would become a famous writer, to provide an income for "old Edna". And that's exactly what happened. Years later, Edna submitted the book to the publisher. The book contains twenty short stories. In the translation, eleven stories such as "Tell Me a Story", "Always Someone Happy", and "Love Letter from the State Hospital" have been translated into Persian.
All rivers flow into the sea, but the sea is never full. The rivers return to their source. The clouds bring rain to the mountains, a green and warm rain that comes with love in its pocket, arriving with the flight of spring. It has no vision of death.

The sentence "احتمالا فراتر از درک و‌ سلیقه ی منه

The first story in this book is extraordinary;

and perhaps it would be interesting to know that for Baratgan, there has been no particular style, method, or school, and his pen is completely unique, which is called the Baratgan style! I really wanted to be beside him while he was writing and closely observe his feelings and state;

and in my opinion, having a conversation with him could be a very interesting and unforgettable experience. Probably with one reading, you won't notice his writing, but the second time, you will catch something and understand how much this human is dedicated to his work!

Anyway, Baratgan has been the most different reading experience for me so far.

In my opinion, the book was extremely poor. I was really surprised by the author and the publisher!

I expected much more from this publication. The story lacked depth and the characters were not well-developed. It seemed as if the author had rushed through the writing process without giving much thought to the details. The publisher also failed to properly edit and polish the book before releasing it. As a result, the overall quality was very low. I would not recommend this book to anyone. It was a disappointment from start to finish.

The weather was gloomy and dark.

Outside the framework, everything seemed so desolate. The wind was blowing gently, as if whispering secrets of the unknown. The clouds hung low in the sky, threatening to unleash a downpour at any moment. The trees stood still, their branches bare and lifeless. The streets were empty, with only a few stray dogs wandering around. It was a scene that could make anyone feel a sense of melancholy.

However, in the midst of this darkness, there was a glimmer of hope. A small flower was blooming in a corner, defying the odds and bringing a touch of color to the otherwise drab landscape. It was a reminder that even in the harshest of times, there is always something beautiful to hold onto.

As I stood there, looking at this flower, I felt a sense of peace wash over me. I knew that no matter how dark the world may seem, there is always a way to find light and hope.