Yesterday I jumped over three holes in the ground, the third one made my phone fly out of my pocket.

The trees, the trees, what remains of them makes the highest of mountains seem incredibly weak in the face of truth.

After the movie we ran to a cafe to discuss every single thought that occurred to us whilst watching. There was a lot to talk about.

Which photos do you show photographers? Which piano pieces do you play a pianist? What do you discuss with someone you're in love with?

I'm sitting in this cafe while the world washes over. Never have I seen so many people reading the paper.

The day begins with rain, ends with rain. In between the faces of wet commuters, keeping warm—together.

Outside my window, in the ghastly rain there reigns a community of “whatever the weather” commuters and they inspire hope.