In the ancient stones, we find the whispers of civilisations long gone, their stories etched in the enduring embrace of rock and stone.

We are sinful not merely because we have eaten of the Tree of Knowledge, but also because we have not yet eaten of the Tree of Life.

People don't notice whether it's winter or summer when they're happy.

I believe in a set of values I cannot live by. I set high goals for myself, I seek perfection, dream of exotic faraway places. But ultimately, what I long for isn't far away at all. It's in my own backyard. Imperfection charms me, familiar things move me… a celebration of what we have, instead of what we long for. That for me, is glamour.

Serendipity

Fish and Chips

Secret

Mood