Thursday, December 3, 2009


Amidst the inner storms and hurricanes, there are moments of peace and calmness that arrive when least expected: Walking in fog—the fog like a thin layer of smoke rising from a hut—I stumble across a stranger on a warm bench awaiting a conversation, waiting to scatter his miseries and to worship a soul. Silence aside, everything was lifted with sound. Simple symbols.

You may easily imagine how strange it is when the souls of two strangers collide: it’s destructive, beautiful, unearthly and eternal, yet, ephemeral.

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