freefall

Sometimes a free fall isnt a bad thing.
This was one of those times.

A sunny winter afternoon.
a quiet breeze
a kite.
It flew, taking me along.

Curtains, or as the spniards would call it, El Curtains

I tried to write something last night. Something else came out. It wasnt a loss though, since neither was of any consequence.

heh


Heres a photo instead. I call it curtains. Bro calls it a piece of crap.

There was a point to it though. The article on the newspaper talks about how the baby boomers, now slowly going extinct were had led zep and queen at their funeral. It felt like curtains. The ray ban is something that comes from that generation, and unline them it stays.
So does, I guess, their influence.

story behind the photograph everyone finds mroe ineresting than it is

heh,

It was the new years midnight. 2009. I was tired of the nothingness around me. Came down. camera carried on an afterthought.
I had been trying to sleep for a while before, but sleep, much like love come in their own time.
(that last sentence comes courtsy of an old doppelganger, who claims to know the psychology of the average blog reader)

I saw him on the side of the road, when I was wasting my time with the camera. He was as drunk as I wished I was. I wasnt however. And it sucked pretty heavily.

With nothing to doI clicked him.
He looked at me cross, then, almost fell along with the bicycle.
He gave me a look and moved on.

I went back to my room and to my lonely bed.
Still couldnt sleep.
Damn. As always, nothing was solved.
Double Damn