December 2010
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“i don’t think anything was lost on them, except perhaps the truth.”
– Alan Sillitoe “men, women and children” (1973)
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the problems of the simple are the problems of the gods. those complicated people who are less down to earth are in many ways easier to describe, or at least no more difficult.
- Alan Sillitoe (author’s note on “Men, Women and Children”)
On the train
The train was passing on a bridge, over the house roofs blanketed with snow and puffing smoke from the old chimneys. All of a sudden two train musicians were playing “jingle bells” with guitar and trumpet. What a feeling.
People.
A: hi *smiling*
Me: hi *smile back*
A: how are you? *while walking away*
Me: goo...d *staring at A's back*
Me: .............
tree outside my room window
when i first moved here i used to think that it’s blocking the view because it’s so huge. but then after going through a series of winter, spring, summer, autumn and again winter, it is the view. a stage.
“I’m not a miracle and you’re not a saint. Just another soldier on a...”
– Damien Rice (Amie)
2:04 am
grant me the privilege to sleep well, i promise i’ll wake up humming like never before.
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come outside, let’s act childish for a while. it’s snowing heavily!!! oh yeah!
room's window
