Creative Non-Fiction Short Stories. :) Travel, Oldsters, Love, and Compassion.
Lost in my dreams, I somehow cross at the traffic signals, never bumping into street lamps or people, yet moving onward, exuding fumes of beer and grime, yet smiling, because my briefcase is full of books and that very night I expect them to tell me things about myself I don’t know.
-Bohumil Hrabal. Too Loud a Solitude.
the nice thing about reading you? – a kind of beeing there…
Vielen dank, Maccabros! 🙂
immer wieder gerne… 🙂
uups – bEing there…sorry..(one e)
I love this picture. It let’s me know that good old ‘Merica is not the only place where people want to destroy beautiful buildings, or leave their mark on the world.
🙂 I’ve been really drawn to graffiti. Perhaps because I’m so rule-abiding and impressed by brazen acts. From a safe distance, that is.