Six In The City
The older structures have more to tell. The colours and textures of their high ceilings, crusty walls, rusty doors and beamy rooms sew time together, telling tales with a dimming dedication and wimpy whisper.
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The older structures have more to tell. The colours and textures of their high ceilings, crusty walls, rusty doors and beamy rooms sew time together, telling tales with a dimming dedication and wimpy whisper.
Holes In My Shoes
I resemble everyone
Insomnia Has Been Cracking Me Up
The Kinks were singing A Well Respected Man through my earphones.
And Make No Mistake, Moving Is Living
Yeah, George Clooney said that sometime, somewhere.
Our Demons Could Deserve a Furnace-Like Roar
It's amazing how one's life, however bruised and tattered, can be sewn together by the acts of sheer courage and simple kindness -- towards others, (and more importantly) towards oneself -- which ultimately designs the majesty of one's poignant life, regardless of how tumultuous or obscure; coz the silent storms and screeching obscurities are what stain the threads we're woven of. They make us us.
Hugh Mackay on HAPPINESS
The other day, I read this passage on Pinterest (where else?), and it is stuck in my mind.
Akhil Sharma On The Trick of Life
"Seven years into writing a novel, I started to lose my mind."
Our Culture of Stocktaking and the Paradox of Happiness
"I can sympathize with people's pains but not with their pleasures. There is something curiously boring about somebody else's happiness."
-- Aldous Huxley [1894-1963], English Novelist and Critic
“Let Her Go” – Passenger
Yes, it's about that 'You-don't-know-what-you-have-until-it's-gone' feeling.
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Zaheera, a papercut survivor and the one who controls the black market on baby harp seals.
Feels strongly about equality, equity and not doing math. Obsesses about all things political, popular culture, human rights and digital media.
Not smart. Just wears glasses.
Of Minds And Mixtapes
