the people i admire, my reasoning for admiring was that i used to think they are so full of life, like a certain type of glow drips from their eyes, you know? imagining yourself in their shoes made the world look more colorful. i don't know where i'm getting at, but maybe it wasn't them.

don't fall for the propaganda
embrace tradition, embrace black coffee

quite the opposite, the older i get, the more i realise that i need to be more social, included and understood among people and society

it's just a habitual feeling though, more like occupational hazard to my personality

i still smile randomly walking down my society's footway, imagining the coincidence which must have befell for a metro to be running at the same time, and coincidentally when a man was tired enough from his daily life, commuting from his workplace to rest his body, and another coincident of him standing right in the center of the window, and the real coincidence emerges when a photographer was impelled enough to stand on a freeway to capture the metro flying with time and moving lives and capturing that man's story in frame. it all feels like a poetry by nature, i hope you understand.

being kind while listening to kanye feels like fever dream. and i love this fever dream 😛

I'm in a horrendous mood of old Bollywood

the absolute human audacity to gamble with awareness and mourn the loss as if it were fate.