595: a quiet, rainy morning

a rainy morning in hong kong.

I have a feeling this is going to become a regularity now. I am feeling sleepy, my head is heavy. the sky is dark and grey. it was raining all night, which caused me to drift in one of the deepest sleeps in a while. making it impossible to wake up in the morning. stiffed, cold shoulders even though it’s summer out there. arrival at the office, everything seems to quieter than usual. things seem to be slow around here today. but it will be a long day. and my father leaves for europe tonight. it will be my turn soon. it is the only thing on my mind.

strange dreams, a cup of coffee, wet hair. the air conditioner is on, I am cold. I am mentally preparing myself for an interview in the next few days. hopeful. writing, editing. hours of research and endless starring into excel spreadsheets. lunch break. coffee with the filmmaker. a phone call here and there. then silence for a day or two. repetition.

listening to jack johnson. I still wonder how did we manage to get to such a low and humiliating point. what happened to us?

june 27

I am completely stuck when it comes to my writing. I seem to be unable to write three consecutive sentences that would make sense when put together. and filmmaker’s genius musings that he sends in my direction every thirty minutes are not helping with the increase of self-esteem. quite the contrary. the only thing stopping me from being a great writer is laziness. I will never forget the pure genius of susan sontag and her unforced ability to transform my mind into something of substance and sensibility. or at least push me in the appropriate direction. however, being fully committed to the corporate world and its quirkiness means I have a whole lot less time for everything. I barely have any spare time for writing and weekends have become a treasure.

writer’s block has got a grip on me. perhaps later.

saturday morning

the second bus home/unknown.

I like these two photographs together.

an unusually quiet friday night. I slept a lot, almost fourteen hours. I woke up only once during the night. having a second cup of coffee now. and a simple lunch. carrots with yogurt with pieces of a bread. it is too hot to cook or to go outside, although I would like to go for a long walk later today.

I haven’t any plans. lots of reading and films I would like to catch up on this weekend. filmmaker is out of town for the day, the guitarist sleeping. probably. searching for my own entertainment. sometimes I miss the days which I used to spend all alone. it is not easy but it is very simple.

I still haven’t gotten around to processing my photos from this month, I am not really happy with most of them, so for now:

these things.

this series of photographs
and this one
this wednesday
and this one
this photography project
this film
this video
this drink
this coffee
this song
this album
and this one
this boy
and this girl

the boy and the girl are traveling in europe right now but I am hoping they’ll stop by in hong kong on their way home.

I am obsessing over hair buns (I am still searching for my perfect one). I will be posting some of my favorite shots a little later.

if you have any recommendations, anything you think I might like don’t be shy and send me an email. I like emails, they make me happy.

have a nice saturday.