oh, those great spacious, and precious (space-wise) pockets of open space courtyards were not designed as car parks? Who would’ve known? What was their purpose back then?
Next week
I’m already exhausted for next week.
Standing on . . .
If you get a chance to stand on the shoulders of giants, don’t look at the dandruff . . . look at the horizon instead.
Bloom
They told me to bloom, come out of my shell – from my comfort zone. Bloomed I did . . . but like a potato.
Concert
Saw a poet, philosopher’s gig yesterday. Oh my Gane Dyah, she sings, and how.
