Just turn yourself into anything you think that you could ever be...
Monday, 28 May 2012
Sunday, 27 May 2012
Tuesday, 15 May 2012
Wednesday, 9 May 2012
Tuesday, 8 May 2012
"The last time we met..."
"Not an easy day to forget. I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue."
"Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine."
Casablanca (Michael Curtiz, 1942)
Monday, 7 May 2012
As the amount of cloth fluctuates gradually, I realize years and seasons go by unnoticed.
Distracted by our daily routine, nothing changes significantly.
I'm trapped in an endless spiral and it's making me sick.
Wonder how long I'll keep on holding on.
Better start composing the dirge.
Must be soon now...
Sunday, 6 May 2012
I've come to assume that absolute happiness does not exist.
Of course, one can self-convince himself and believe for some seconds (or even minutes) that everything is fine in his life, but the next moment, it will prove it wrong.
Just wanted to tell you all.