A work of art

Another day of snow. A good time to write, I guess. I would start with this: If someone watch a day of your life on mute, what message would it speak? Would it look like a work of art?My answer is yes and no. I cannot actually imagine my life on mute or imagine myself […]

Green garden

The bus engine stopped in the middle of the street, and we all were told to wait for about thirty minutes before the “rescuing” bus come picking us up. I live half an hour away from the main bus station. I did not say anything. I did not complain, even though I was worried that […]