The SkyTower from our balcony Beacon of light so nobody ever loses their way.
We all derive false impressions upon first sight. I see an old lady with a jewellery pushcart and think how pitiable to be working at her age. She must be terribly in need of money, or perhaps her children have left her. My mind goes wild thinking of possibilities to define her situation. Don't we… Continue reading Psychoanalysis of Strangers
When I get a 3-day-off, I'm catching the next flight to Paris. After being home for 2 whole days, it's too hot and stuffy. Perks of being sick consists of reading in bed all day and night. I'm barely three-quarters through the 700-page novel, and already am a newly converted Kate Mosse fan. Kate Mosse's… Continue reading carcassonne & citadel
“She left pieces of her life behind her everywhere she went. It's easier to feel the sunlight without them, she said.” ― Brian Andreas, Story People: Selected Stories & Drawings of Brian Andreas
The prettiest sights are almost invariably tainted howbeit calculated efforts to keep our perspectives crystal clear. A willfully affirmed fogged vision. We like what we see, forfeit what we don't. That's human beings for you. Yes, the world's less glorious with your eyes wide open. What's that stuck on your window panes? Maybe you should… Continue reading outside my window
“There is a certain unique and strange delight about walking down an empty street alone. There is an off-focus light cast by the moon, and the streetlights are part of the spotlight apparatus on a bare stage set up for you to walk through. You get a feeling of being listened to, so you talk… Continue reading whispers in the street