Stormchaser

A year on, the last of my days on a diamond in the rough. Bye bye, my lady.

Breakaway

Memory Lane

Filtered

Fourteen long hours in KL airport, and amazingly, eight hours on, I'm not bored yet. It's amazing what a good book, endless cups of coffee, moving pictures, on a screen, music in your head and in your eyes, words on your mind, colours at your fingertips, rain on a window can do to keep restlessness at bay.

Tea-toned. Monochrome.

Blue skies. An eternal web.

Colours everywhere, overflowing, oozing, breathlessly. Visual ecstasy, a crisp beauty.

One last look...

... because, pilgrim, although it kills me, I'll let you win this one.

Still, I'll find a way. You know I'll find my way right back.

Flight of Fancy

Kaleidoscope Eyes

Soon, I'll find I've disappeared completely, once more. Again and again, all over again. A blur in the headlights. A mirage in your eyes. A figment of your imagination.

The Persistence of Memory

Apologies, Dalí.

Minding gaps

(Quiet)

Sometimes, it pays to really, truly appreciate the lush, red carpets and amber lighting, the oaken furnishings, the clipped echoes of eager footsteps trotting along long, candle-lit corridors. It pays to let the strains of music flow over you like a park fountain in summer. It pays to quell the fury within.

Momentary Lapses

TrooBloo