from the wrinkles on my forehead
long overdue update!
work has been crazy busy but i’m enjoying it. picking up new skills that will hopefully be useful for me in the future.
living in an internetless & airconditionless studio/home makes me feel like i was a refugee, hiding in some sort of secret annexe. been cooking every now and then, and been trying to keep a plant too (hanging by the window, next to the wooden horse puppet i’ve got from sonny’s) – both haven’t been very tremendously successful but i’m trying.
deeply impressed by Chekhov’s short stories at the moment, particularly ’The House with the Mezzanine’ which i read a few months ago and still lingers closely on my mind. Also Marquez’ short story ’The Handsomest Drowned Man in the World’ which feels grand to me, just like how Esteban felt grand to the villagers.
A friend told me recently: it’s not about how great your idea is. it’s how you articulate it. I’m still learning.
Visual-time! Two scanned pages:
and this one was written a week (or so) after the one above. So i finally bought the bicycle.
- will update again soon :)
