foreword

An afternoon unwasted!

Last night it rained really hard, thunder booming so hard that even car alarms sounded from the vibrations; winds raging so frenziedly that my windows were unmercifully blown open, and even when I closed them they howled persistently; as if they were asking to be let in, to a sanctuary away from the sky’s tantrums.

They should learn to knock.

The world is a colourful place. Much more than the different shades of blue in the wordpress dashboard page. Much more than the different shades of blue some people might be feeling at this moment. I like colour, it makes life interesting. There’re some I wouldn’t prefer, say yellow alone, or beige, or a weird shade of red. But it’s fine if they happen to be there.

There’s a story behind every person which never fails to fascinate. Ever-changing depths of the massive ocean just waiting to be discovered, hidden trails and tunnels that even veteran divers have yet to discover, but a passing school of fish can easily become acquainted with. The different directions from which the sun stares, a distinct sundial with the passing of every minute.

Hasty first impressions, I try not to cement them. Below that oil-covered sea can be a world unexpected; a world of life on death, and the hereafter.

You are so beautiful to me

It’s only the present that matters most, it’s where the tools lie (lay?), it’s where power can be found. Not in abundance, but if you just look hard enough – things aren’t as bad as they might seem. They’re just things, they’re meant to be unthinged, so just unthink and everything’s gonna be alright, rockabye.

The furball has little hair and can play one kind of dead – the Slow Death.