Various musings
I might have blogged this picture once before, I cannot remember. The contradictory feeling I associate with it is the reason you’re seeing it (again, maybe). Are things so right that actually it is wrong? Or, is it vice-versa, all is so wrong it’s kinda started to grow on me?
I am missing people. Is it good to miss people? Does it make me a better person? Deprivation, does it have its benefits I cannot see for the moment?
Love wise I am still the deer in the headlights. We both are. That’s the Chinese equivalent of butterflies in the stomach. Is this turning into a boudoir journal?
