What is time? A stranger walks in to inquire on a hot afternoon and everyone at the table laughs—
until it strikes them that he isn’t kidding he expects an answer. It’s not linear one of them quips, ending the conversation that never began, the hint of irony adrift as they now lie on this table staring at the branches always threatening to fall on their heads, at the stars beyond endless before them while they rest their feet from the long walk they insist on enduring forever they insist on arriving, they insist on getting home.
loves to write,wants to learn more,photography,loves views,creative when it comes to cute stuffs,quotes,musics,singing.
Got here via theverge.com and was charmed by the archiving idea. Strange but unique. So here I am.
Happiness Is A Mere Perspective
You know why depression exists? It is because happiness exists as well. And every negative has its corresponding positive.
In The Geography of Bliss, someone says that one should contemplate death five minutes a day to be happy.
Why do I feel like it's always the end of the world?
What to do when the front cover of an old paperback rips off? Use it as a bookmark, of course!