Örebro — What’s the opposite of casting a shadow? Whatever it is called, it’s what the street lights are doing to your ceiling right now. The weeping figs and the monstera and the giant peace lily create ghostly silhouettes against the naked windows. There’s a big rectangle of light above the window, almost precisely along the width of it, but it is somewhat askew. How annoying for an orderly person like ...
Makati city — She’ll never admit just how beautiful she is. But you have to tell her. She won’t tell you to stop. But when she does, tell her anyway. Tell it to her by the way you look at her. Tell it to her before...
Lancing — The glory of our humanity is our imperfection. Our imperfection invites others to love us unconditionally and unconditional love is what, in the end, will perfect us.
How Are You? I Moved To An Awesome Place By Other's Standards, Not Mine. Have A Perfectly Amazing, Splendid Day!
A Lover's Quarrel with Writing
Relativity May Drive Success But Success Is Purely Circumstance.
Stories I Couldn't Tell Her - Part 1 of Countless
The internet, a wonderful medium. Where technology can connect to the inner self, bypassing the physical and social junk inbetween.
Hands, like the rings of trees, can tell the stories of lifetimes.
Random thoughts escape me.The beauty of life...it's all random.It's a riddle that very few get.What was I saying?Oh. Random thoughts escape me.
the what ifs are as boundless as the stars...
My second home.
It all began with Degas.
Thought on the way into work about imperfection
You were the only one I allowed to call me, "Mar."
You can never have everything, but you can always have nothing.
We used to stargaze, you know...
I don't always sleep on time. You don't always visit my dreams.
This book took something from me I am willing not to get back.