People who do nothing for pleasure only by reason, freak me out.

upon sudden impression

In an unexpected moment light steals in through the huge grey windows of the office, and paints the lifeless ceiling with golden shades.

Beauty lies around, you must only look.

about certain remains of the day

For five years I lived in a little town, as a university student, majoring of literature.

I loved the seasons there. I loved the snow. I loved everything , as a matter of fact. The whole place was such an intense part of my life, and my whole life was like this never ending, overwhelming intellectual adventure. The new informations just never stopped coming at me, and I learned so much about the world and the people in it. It changed me inside-out.

Now that I returned to the big city and I have to face other complications in life than the matter of how strong are Descartes's attempts to prove God's existance, I became madly nostalgyc after those six years. Who would have thought that it can be so hard, not to wonder about my past, when I stand just at the edge of my future? My life opens up more and more every day, and still I struggle with the fact that the dreams I set for my coming days were never so close to me as they were in my past. You cannot fulfil your life by looking backwards, now, can you? I must try hard and bury the past so that I won't lose myself completely in the present, and die for the future.

Geez. Some depressive shit keeps coming from my mouth... I mean fingers. Well. Head.

Thank God it's Friday.