and i let go of time, cos it never goes the right way anyway.

here i am, sitting on my window-sill, looking out of the window. the only signs of life outside are the lights in the two windows of the house opposite. everyone could be dead, and i wouldn't even know.

no, a purple umbrella just passed.

there are tiny plants in the drainage outside my window. and small air bubbles at the bottom. i have always wondered if there is life in there. and who lives there? maybe they have their own universe, with their own problems and their own conspiracies. but no-one could prove that, which makes it so special.

i just finished reading the kite runner. i haven't read anything that good for a really long time. actually i dont know if i have ever read anything that good. what i liked the most was that, at the start of the book, one could never ever have guessed the ending. nor what might happen in the next chapter.