The life of the dead is placed in the memory of the living. Sometime last year, while I was browsing through a thrift bookstore, a certain title caught my eye. It was in pristine condition, no folded pages, frayed covers or names and dedications scribbled on the pages. That by itself was a rarity in these shops and the book stood out among the others on the rack. So I picked it up. If there is someone who stays .

Sparking in sunshine, an invite lying in wait. Or could i escape? January 19, 2014. Corridors of past misty, murky, and dark. Power, hate, and greed once played a game of dice. All lost in time! Meaningless desolation now plays the timeless game of time. In the corridors of shadow and light! 8230;a New Year Gift? January 5, 2014. 8230; a tiny bright miracle! December 29, 2013.

Like a penguin at an airshow. GAME ON! June 26, 2013. That is the sound of magic. I had an AHA! July 3, 2013.

Just the night before he thought about his dad and he had cried by himself most of the night. He missed his father, a good man, an honorable man. His father had been a hardworking blue-collared worker who sacrificed his happiness to ensure his two sons got a better shot at life than he did. 8211; James Arthur Baldwin.

11 Months of Gap Year Travel! Travel around the world before college. View out of hostel window. My life is wonderful because-. I just talked to two of my best friends, although I have quite a few more to catch up with. I have a tan from my sandals. I ate really good ice cream today. Will post a photo soon, if nothing else.