A blogging blurb about a beetle’s blitz deliberations. Stay on the leaf or leave? Blocked for a bit, blinded by light, the beetle begins a brand-new ramble, getting on the leaf’s brown nerves.
An ode to bus, train, and airplane windows.
The beauties of old Brașov.
Visions de l’inatteignable.
For a first of the month, which happens to be a summer month – which happens to be a Sunday.
In places that saw, in older times, encounters of spirits and misdeeds in the making, Modern rules have let their semiotics perpetuate the magic. Electrified, stop and reflect, before crossing towards the other edge, The sky above you.