Ever noticed how time has this weird way of curling up on itself? Like a cat in a sunbeam, perfectly content, yet obliviously lost.

Sometimes, I find myself wandering into stores looking for nothing in particular, only to find everything I didn’t know I needed.

The train whistles, not a signpost of where to go, but a reminder that journeys are sometimes just loops without beginnings.

Got any more tea? The kind that warms the spirit even when the sun plays hide and seek behind the clouds.

She said once that dreams are like bookmarks in a book of life, marking spaces where reality takes a coffee break.

Curves and Corners Partial Whispers Distant Sights