As a kid I lived between scholars and artists. And you know what, for a kid they all where weird, so I figured out to be a part of each when I grow up. But I never grew up so… … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: October 2015
I am. You are. Being… Where are the proofs, that I really am? That I exist? Maybe in fact I am only a dream, or a nasty fart of a huge goblin? Or maybe someone ate too many mushrooms, and … Continue reading
Yup, here comes time to snooze. To drink more hot cocoa and tea. And maybe to have chocolate always close to me. Maybe? Time, when everything around is here, on my Island, so quiet. Tourists are gone, and I can … Continue reading
Finally the sun came out and every leaf started to bloom. Like they ate all the sun, and started to shine. It is like the sun fall down and broke… and all those pieces changed into the leaves. Those still … Continue reading
Yes… I do it from time to time. I curse and swear, and try to color up every word to make it stronger, when I just can not… hit something. Or someone? Or… Okay. On my Island it is usually … Continue reading
I am a pure evil for myself. I always say NO Can I have this cookie? NO Can I just lie down in my bed for whole day? NO Can I wear those pants? NO Can I have more ice … Continue reading
Well I am always counting on it! I promised myself never claim, that this was my best day ever, because in my dreams everything can be better, more amazing and cool, and ever is not ended. Not yet. Of course … Continue reading
My Island is amazing. I mean really, especially now when tourists are mostly a memory, when in fact we have this ground, rocks and trees all for ourselves. Of course it is not for us… nature is impossible to be … Continue reading
I love letters. I love posting cards and I do it… well too often. On my Island NORMAL family sends about 4 letters a year – me? Well, about 4 a week LOL Cards, sheets of paper, envelops, funny magnets, … Continue reading
Our time is full of forgetting, mixing this what we remember, and what somehow our imagination changed. We look at old photos of us, and in fact create stories. We try to think, that it was how we remember it … Continue reading