
and i can't help being frank to myself.
scenes pop up,some easy,some really tough.
and then those moments,the ones that pop up only once in a while-why does elation last so little?
a thick album of tiny precious instances that were to survive in time and get dressed in golden frills.even they had no idea back then they were to gain such shine in time.
i strive to prolong their sensation,go back to details,try hard to focus more...

what's the point?
everything we experience will only become material for a good coffee chat after years.
interestingly,even the points of reference are being wiped out,one after the other.
but all we are ever interested in is the big picture.and the big picture is,we're moving on.
the rest is simply what a mind can turn to when a sunday is not sunny enough.