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February 4, 2019 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Laughter and Joy

The mission was to explore downtown in only a few hours, it was a day trip after all. Hiten and I walked along the alleys, saw something in a corner or by the end of the path, so we’d switch directions. A satisfying lunch was on the list too, a trip would be incomplete without a good lunch. We visited churches, passed by ancient walls, visited more churches; these towns are all about churches. One thing that I hadn’t estimated about this short trip was how much I was going to laugh and enjoy myself. I’ve probably told you about it already that Hiten is one of the most humorous people I’ve ever met. She’s so hilarious that she almost makes me pee my pants, almost! We walked around, and laughed out loud at her comments, and things she talked about. My voice echoed all over the place. After a certain point, whatever she said sounded funny to me, I couldn’t stop laughing. How lucky of me to have a wonderful friend like her!

December 13, 2018 In A Moment Longer

Olive Trees

The landscape is covered with olive trees, and huge farms of solar panels; great use for a sunny land like this. There are small forests here and there, and I see some empty lands as we pass by the road. The olive trees are full of olives, it must be the harvesting season. Somebody should come and collect these, I thought. Sara explained to me later that there are machines for that purpose; they strip the tree in no time. She drew our attention to the trees with broken branches; the machine does it to them. Are the trees dead?!

December 7, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Still Fire

It’s cold, and I have no other choice but to put up with it. I keep telling myself that it will hopefully be a couple more months of winter, and then the spring will arrive. The voice in my head goes back to the last spring and the very brief summer, but then I sing a song to keep the voice quiet. Seems like it’s a friendly way of life saying that it’s hard all the way through; it never gets easy.

December 4, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: The Hill, Again

Naya said to me the other day that you need to make up activities for yourself in small towns and villages like this. That’s true! We went out the other night to watch the meteor shower. Quite an activity, huh?! Guess where?! From up the hill, again. It wasn’t really a shower though, or perhaps we just missed its peak. I checked online for the exact hour, but you know how time works differently all over the Earth. I must’ve miss calculated.READ MORE

November 30, 2018 In A Moment Longer

From up the hill

They set a big fire in the middle of the town. It’s for the winter holidays. People gather around it, drink wine, red or white, and sing songs with their terrible voices. It’s a bizarre tradition, but the people of the town seem to love it. The fire will be on for a month. One whole month! This is pretty curious. Would it be ordinary by the end?!READ MORE

November 22, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: Without the Snow

I’m beginning to enjoy my small window in front of my table. It certainly is an odd place to set your working station. Lack of space in this studio came as a big surprise that I had to learn how to tolerate. A little bit disappointing, but what do I do, right?! Except that I have my coffee at my table every morning, I put cinnamon on it, and watch the view as I take a sip. I watch the road for a couple minutes at night before I leave my table goodbye.READ MORE

November 13, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: New Year

The past couple days were somewhat revolutionary. Not to add an extra meaning to my new new-year theory, but I actually learned a lot from this trip. Everywhere could be just as comfortable as home. Every forest could feel like somewhere I’ve walked before. All I need to do is to follow the sign. Here, the code is red and yellow lines on the side of the road to lead the way. Destination: the ocean. It could’ve been the mountain, the valley, the waterfalls across the town which I believe would remain a mystery forever, downtown, or even a walk to nothing. The path is where it all takes place.READ MORE

November 9, 2018 In Art, Morning People

The Street

Writing might be my main art practice. I get to be one hundred percent free as I write, and let my imagination drift off endlessly. It’s accessible, you can easily maintain your work; there’s always a pen and a paper somewhere. I personally keep a notebook with me all the time just in case I come across something interesting, or if some idea occurred to me worth saving. Reality holds a big portion of my inspiration, and ordinary is my favorite subject to ponder. I let the idea grow organically before I start expressing it.READ MORE

November 5, 2018 In Lazy Letter

Lazy Letter: No Buses

I think I told you on the phone how this town has lost the meaning of time, and that nobody really cares. The church bells ring, but people don’t seem to care. Their lunch breaks are on-time, and they drink coffee a few times a day. I had to take a quick shower in the morning before I left, and I had my ears on the bells. Sometimes I set my daily activities based on the rings. I had a bus to catch, and I’d planned things ahead, so every second was rather important. No church bells, though, I thought I missed it as the water was running. It was already very late when I returned to the room, I doubt if it took me more than ten minutes to dress up, and fully pack. I kept going through the items that I needed to take with me, and the things that I was going to miss. If I knew that there weren’t going to be any buses that day, I would’ve taken my time, just like everyone else around here. I would’ve picked the heater off the bathroom floor, for instance, and I would’ve double checked my backpack to see that I’d need an extra pair of socks.READ MORE

October 31, 2018 In A Moment Longer

Taxi

If it was back in the city, I turned around and said to Teyona, I’d be able to catch a taxi right out of my door. I looked down the empty alley of our naked town. I used to live downtown, I sighed. She agreed, loads of taxis out my door too, she nodded. What did I turn my life into?! I joked and we laughed. I pondered about it for a moment.