The stars always sang in the depths of winter. But sometimes, rarely, braving the summer's lightest skies, they pierced through the gentler blue, and raised a chorus to reshape the heavens.
These were the nights when the whole world danced to a new tune. And the sun laughed to see us spin.
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Living between Hong Kong and the UK. Travelling, learning, and living life. And writing to fill in the gaps.... N.B Things I put up will be story scraps, thoughts, ideas. They will all be original - all original writing belongs to me and you may not use or steal it. Unless otherwise and expressly specified, everything posted on this account will be original and belongs to the account holder.
Fate doesn't make men slaves, fortune does.
I once saw this post Death and Life were speaking to each other and life asked "Why do people hate you and love me?" Death answered "For you are a pleasant lie while I am a painful truth".
The day after the world ends, the last man on earth will begin to cover the entire world with mirrors..
Al día siguiente de que el mundo termine, el último hombre sobre la tierra empezara a cubrir el mundo con espejos..
Don't worry, be sad..
It's funny. Driving my cab, there are lots of unknowns: Will I make any money tonight. Will someone puke in my cab. Will someone hand me a hundred dollar tip. Will my next run be my last.
Once there was a boy, and this boy was talking to his wise grandfather, they talked about humans.
The gods or icons exist to shame us. We look up to them and they shit on our heads. We like this, it has been the way for humans. Without hierarchy comes ineffectiveness.
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