So this was the color of the piano in Casablanca.
(via 'Casablanca' piano up for sale)
Some rainy nights I feel like all I need in the world is inside a 2x2 meter square room. It is perfect in its smallness, for it is easy to understand. In there I can sense everything and ourselves in one sweep, all at once, without moving a single limb. In that room, we are creators, we are gods.
Read Log, July 2014. Weekends and rush hour queueing are only pretty much good for easy-to-digest stuff (also the fact that reading time is usually only after 8PM and my brain is pretty much too fried to appreciate anything beyond adolescent sexual tension… huff).
Hello to July’s YA overdose (I think after Night Film, I needed several shots of sweet lady drinks to gain life back).
- Peter Nery’s poetry
- Work stuff (writing about Finance feels oddly comforting now)
- Plots plots plots
When school comes back, I’ll also revert to serious research again. And also probably write that 50,000 thing soon. So there, so there!