Having paper and pencil gives you an opportunity to put something out and not take in. We are constantly being force fed information, good, bad, irrelevant. But alone with just a pencil and paper, now no matter what you do with it, its something that came out of you, created by you…
I am not someone who is going to miss out on an opportunity because it means I’ll have to go on my own. I have one life here and the world is just sitting there waiting for me to explore it so, i’m going…
I felt every part of my body experience the sound of his guitar as my blood was dancing around, rippling through the sound waves, swaying and twirling to the beats of the song through my veins. And then I closed my eyes…
The night crowd starts rolling in, the musicians start busking and the smell of different foods permeate the air. The whole lane makes me feel like im tripping out and have entered some cosmic realm…
Bustling sidewalks with vendors and tourists, the crazy traffic flow of scooters and buses proceeding without any actual indication of obeying the road signs…
I since then no longer say goodbye or dread a departure but instead send off with an “i’ll see you later” because you really never know do you. This big world gets smaller and smaller, the more you explore it…
By loosing our sense of sight, our other senses took turn in playing a role of judgment. And how right and wrong we soon found our little sense detectives to be. Every crunch or sip, every aroma and linger. Then every suggestion someone else would make then transformed whatever we thought we were eating into that suggestion. Oh how our minds can play tricks on us!
The mandatory walls of constriction had turned into an escape from reality and my own little hotel vacation…
I had the biggest urge to just run up and down the hall and see if I could get away with it…
Something called a Korean multi grain shot (kind of like a smoothie but not smooth at all – it was like drinking wet sand)…
I actually thought I’d be spending more time naked and experimenting how long I can go before I felt uncomfortable…
I chose to sketch it out instead and with the jazz program playing along, I was in a trance…
Those dreadful magnifying mirrors in the bathroom that alter your entire perception of your face to only show your imperfections…
It’s really easy to feel like i’m the only human on the planet while in here…
You know how your face tends to change everyday but only you can notice the differences?
I just stopped everything I was doing and had to climb back into the windowsill and really breathe in the moment…
Is it weird that I am getting kind of comfortable in here? I wonder how long this will last…
The privilege of that was long gone as soon as we sold our souls to Apple…
Another thought that popped into my brain was evidently how easy it is to get money off strangers…
Any reason to not have to pick up my evil black mirror…
