My big cat is a big climber. I love it how her fur shines in the sun. Advertisements
On the train. I’m so lazy and bored. At least I’m wearing my Mary Poppins shoes.
This is how it looks when it’s windy. Everything is a blur.
My husband commented that my new shoes looked Mary Poppins style. Do they?
Literature is organised violence committed on ordinary speech. –Roman Jakobson
I spent half an hour shooting at this house’s front lawn. I wouldn’t be surprised if they had called police.
I wish you could feel from the picture how awfully cold it was despite the sun.
A remnant of my youth. I don’t wear these anymore.
Needles that don’t prick. Are they even needles? They don’t look like leaves…
Ella and me together. I grew fur on my arm to be closer to my cat. See?
Guess what it is. If you happened to guess a railway hall ceiling, you are right.
Is this even real? I can’t believe I took this from the window of my office.
Why do the book design makers feel that each book on Marxism needs to be red?
Literature is what gets taught. –Roland Barthes
Yes, I am wearing full winter clothes already. It’s freezing in the mornings!
I toast to my own shadow with a mug of coffee. How pathetic.
Yes, what you see is a bench in a greenhouse just big enough to hold it. No, I have no idea why grandparents put it in for winter. Maybe they […]
These mushrooms grow like mushrooms after rain.