“My cow is not pretty, but it is pretty to me.” ~David Lynch
When I was a little kid I had nightmares about marshes. I grew up in a river delta, full of marshes, so I had more nightmares about it than usual.
The terror of those nights when you go to bed and try to fall asleep knowing that life has changed for you forever. It’s inevitable.
Isn’t it funny that when you finally reach out to your dreams you become quite gloomy? Is it because you’re dissatisfied with your fortune, or is it because you’re dissatisfied with yourself?
Money makes the world go round, not sure which direction, though.
When you’re lost in the mazes of wishful thinking you can’t trace back the pathways that brought you where you are. You think you can crush a man, but you can barely pat an eggshell.
Mais la vie separe
Ceux qui s’aiment
Sans faire de bruit
Et la mer efface sur le sable
Le pas des amants desunis
The announcement of the Great Expectations to Pip has arrived. It is that Time.