I love writing. I adore to write. I just love it. I love the process, I am fond of accessories. Even the pencil sharpeners can make me smile. Or pencils, I love those woody, those old-fashioned. Those still sooo… yummy … Continue reading
Monthly Archives: July 2017
Sometimes all you have are others reflections… and you look at them, pretend, admire, hide in it, stick your body in it… … you do not wanna look at yours own. And it is okay! Sometimes you do not wanna … Continue reading
It is there, somewhere between water and rocks. A line, border maybe, frontier, perimeter… It is there… And I love to play there!!! Because it is only mine. Like I was the one and only noticing it. The Edge. A … Continue reading
Somehow… I think people prefer pictures. Photos!!! People stopped reading years ago. So popular is TLDR! How can someone write something like this? How can someone show so much ignorance? So much… disrespect. You do not wanna read something, so … Continue reading
I mean really and truly? Are you free? Do you remember that part of “Braveheart” and Mel Gibson yelling: FREEEEEDOM!!! Yeah, he was dying, so he was somehow ready to get it. Freedom. But you? Are you free? When we … Continue reading
Weird places, or maybe just special? More wild, more natural… more… exactly. There are fee places which are really one and only on Earth like Aokigahara, Bermuda Triangle… or this one, which I found recently Hoia Baciu. Oh my, this … Continue reading
Oh yes… To sleep. Always. To sleep. Sleep with no phone next to you. Sleep in a dark special room, or at least place which is made only for dreaming… Do not let anyone tell you that you can sleep … Continue reading
Well, I do not have any… I never had. Maybe as a kid but it was so traumatic, that I do not want to talk about it. I just can not afford vacation. And can you imagine archaeologist/artist having one? … Continue reading
I started to read very early. This is why I stopped being a genius kid, you know. I was so not interested in school and all that stuff, all I wanted were books. And those stories. And all those weird … Continue reading
I love to sit in the harbor. I call it mine, but… it is not mine. I have there just a spot, to take photos, or just to sit down. In the harbor which is small, calm and not deep. … Continue reading