Rain drop keeps falling on my head. It falls everyday telling me to write something or whatever I can write about. Well, I have decided to see the world in a more old-fashioned way and touch on our common, humble, unique, and heroic sensitivities that define the sorrow and happiness of our existence.
Friday, April 18, 2014
what a day..
I want to make it a point to write something everyday.
And today is of no exception. But it is with a difference. I write
against a background of accidents of a kind, of some kind. I
just want to express it in pictures. No words can explain it.