Puja Arrangements Make Me So Happy Because THE TEXTURE, THE COLOUR CONTRAST, THE OVERLY SPECIFIC SYMBOLISM,

Lucy's the Jodhaa of cats

Yuh

Left: A bust of Aphrodite Right: Greek model Angie Karantoni

There’s nothing. There was nothing, either. Because… nothing. And the streets go on and there’s nothing everywhere where there should be everything. There, where could have been everything, there’s only frozen bronze, cold statues staring above your head into the distance, staring at the same brick walls, ignorant at the passersbys. Not that these would notice, busy lives among other busy lives, transparent bubbles of hard business incessantly rolling on cobblestones… The only beams of warmth are looking down from Copenhagen’s copper rooftops, evening rays of a weak sun checking back on us for a last gaze before taking off for the day, in a last effort to charge some smooth chocolate into your dark bitterness of Gl Carlsberg Porter. An imperial stout with a last hint to the sweetness of bygone days…

Muted tones

“Things arise and she lets them come;

things disappear and she lets them go.

She has but doesn’t possess,

acts but doesn’t expect.

When her work is done, she forgets it.

That is why it lasts forever.”

— Lao Tzu

in my overwhelmed era

Call Me By Your Name (2017) dir. Luca Guadagnino

Mahmoud Darwish, If I Were Another

“the sun” by edvard munch (1909)