[...] Once upon a time, one particular violet slowly bloomed out of its bud, and under the tender kiss of the morning dew, realized it actually didn’t feel a violet at all. [...]

 This is a special case, and I will try to treat it with the utmost respect, but a case we need to talk about, nonetheless. 

[...]  There have been times when going to the cinema, into this world of illusion and yet of truth, has affected me for the better in a much more real way than the real world could.  [...]

 What if that would be possible? What if that happened? We would talk again about anything and everything? About all of the stories and movies and so much more. We would be “us” again.

[...] Perhaps it’s better for dreams and reality to stay in their separate realms.

But then again, which of those two lives is more real, more authentic? In which of those two lives are we more awake? [...]

 Silence. A concept that we, small human beings struggle with understanding it. Because what is silence anyway?

(The time to write a postcard)

[...] Somehow is all this madness of moving from country to country, from being a student to starting to work and having project and ideas and my own life, I have found peace in the motions of making tea.  [...]

[...] For me, tea simply creates a special moment of astral coincidence in which absorption and rest are perfectly aligned. You are there, but you can be there without struggle. [...]

I know a strange concept, how can I rest in the constant roar of the cars and horns. Well, my perfect resting city, isn’t perfect, of course. No place is perfect. But it’s perfect to rest because it has all of the things I need to rest.