Too early to be

I have received this sms on one of my many mobiles... We'll call the guy Kundera, because he works with books, and we will assume he likes that. Well, my Kundera is 22 and depressed. He is so new to this world he doesn't quite realize how lucky he is at his new start, pretty much the only start he is going to get. But time takes time. This is my encouragement reply. 

Out of my box

Sometimes you get to see an episode of a fairy tale and like it without knowing the full story or what the characters are really up to. In such an instance you do not need the complete picture to enjoy its beauty. 

The Word Order

This Romanian sign says Mixed tailoring, sport and leather repairs. It reminds me of another English sign, allegedly in Asia, I've only read about on the Internet "Women can have a fit here".
 

Don't give me the Bambi eyes!

Today I was late. Well, you will tell me, so you were yesterday and the day before that. Yes, you are right, but not everyday you manage to visit the past. I did that today. Such visits make one scream "It wasn't me! I didn't do it! the little elves made me do it!". Instead, in real life, we resort to politeness and remain friends. 

Tough to swallow

This is not a banana. I am sorry, I couldn't resist.
 

Taking sides

This open door is in fact the door of a prison. You have the freedom to choose. 

Jack Kerouack

My mornings to work, from the bed to determination, look like a country road in the winter, maybe without the temperatures. It's beautiful, but not easy. 

Cream, not tablets

Sometimes you don't know you are present where you are present. When the place is my mind, you can rest assured, you are there. OK? 

Intention fights perception

I wonder if confusion is in the human DNA. 

I am no angel

And no saint either. 

Rewind reply

This is not a confession, furtherless a self-confession. It is not fake, it is not true. But indeed it may be splashed. However confusing this might be, it is all for the better we share different perspectives on things, otherwise the Earth would be such a place of conformity. I worry sometimes it is. And it is gone mad. But as Dali once said, the only difference between a madman and myself is I am not a madman. I wish that were valid for me. In the meanwhile this is how I manage to write, publish and feel in control. And yes, I do not see a shrink. 

Lion, architecture, anyone?

Dear Diary, I missed you. My trip was internetless, but my thoughts were online. Best part of the whole experience was watching Lylia 4-ever. And I did not think I would be moved, after all these years I'd think it's easier to become blunt. The good news is if I do not go numb, neither will you. 

Childhood myth

So what is the story with the moon? Well, I though it was only possible to spot it during the night. 

Grace

Somebody else's picture, forgotten on the wall, is looking at you. If it says something then both you and the photographer are in luck. 

Monday post

What can you say about a man who posts a tomato on his desktop? Well, and it is somebody else's tomato too...

What can you say about a man who uses [...] in his writing, especially since he knows the opinion of his friends editors. They say it shows one is undecided. I say it leaves the reader to fill in the blanks... when I want to give an indication I mean more than I say.

What can you say about a man who is so behind with everything it's starting to look like he is ahead? Well, I am posting everyday, but this is not paying the rent, is it?

 

And in spite of these all, it is one of the days I feel confident I'll get to the bottom of things somehow. Because all we need sometimes is a little encouragement. Little things can be big and big things can be little.

Office supplies

Here rests my pen, mightier than the sword, in a picture worth a thousand words, at the end of this awful Sunday. 

Coming to your senses

If we could only put love on reserve, to make sure we have plenty for when we are in need. Then, I would stash away all my love for you and I would visit that place every time I get to wait for you to wave back to me. That would probably help with my temporary blindness and it would have to carry your scent, a scent that I don't know, but I anticipate it.

All fruity

Have I mentioned my passion for pomelo? 

The Duck

How difficult can it be to post everyday? Trust me, pretty difficult. Like today, when I have both writer's and photographer's cramp. It took me two full days to revert to normal speed, which is being really really late. 

Blog getting older, not wiser

Today was my first day of the new decade.