Watching Snowflakes Fall

My friends amass all kinds of travel trinkets: keychains, fridge magnets, shot glasses, travel mugs, and even Starbucks tumblers with city names.

I’ve recently started collecting snow globes, after months of making sure I take a polaroid in every city I travel to, until my 5-year-old White Instax-Mini 25 took its last breath in Perth. (Rest in Peace my darling). Am currently using my Instax Piano-Black, but it isn’t the same. My first will always be my beloved baby.

Salzburg, Austria.
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Munich, Germany
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Milan, Italy
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Shaun-Paul got this for me, because I didn’t have time to browse the gift-shops for it when I was there.

There’s something addictiingly magical (if not clinically insane) about aimlessly watching snow flakes fall.

So, what do you collect?

Published by VIKTORIA JEAN

"Do you see the story? Do you see anything?... It seems to me I am trying to tell you a dream - making a vain attempt, because no relation of a dream can convey the dream sensation... No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the life-sensation of any given epoch of one's existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone." Marlow in Heart of Darkness, Joseph Conrad.

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