Somewhere in nowhere A miracle went Unwitnessed Advertisements
Month: September 2014
I have no sisters and an only brother, eleven years my senior. Reportedly, he was the happiest young boy ever when our mother brought him a baby sister from the hospital. (That says a lot, as I assume an average person would much rather have a puppy or a kitty than a sibling. I’ll have
My cat is apparently about to rise and walk in her sleep.
The silhouette of a village at nighttime. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.
As a staunch Scotophile, I can’t resist the urge to recommend three of my favourite films based on novels by Scottish writers. They are all dark and intense — in other words, very Scottish. Trainspotting, of course, is a cult classic, and if you loved it, you’ll probably like the other two films too. Check out the
Engraved in memory With the sharpness of steel But steel breaks Easily
I have already been reminiscing about my awkward first day in the village where I’m currently exiled from civilisation in a post here. This is a follow-up on the topic of local colour in the village, whose quirkiness turned out to be disproportionately large when compared to the small size of the community. The locals,
Ha! I got you!
Ancient cathedrals signify to me the endurance of those who built them, centuries ago, with crude tools. Believers will find endurance here in the religious sense too. In response to WordPress Weekly Photo Challenge.
