Images from the B&W film I used in my Lomo L-CA+ recently.
I love film!
Sometimes I think too much Solitude is turning me into someone more intolerant of human flaws.
At the same time, its like a drug.
Dangerous, yet addictive.
Inside our bubbles we live,
Breathing the very air we give.
How the world would be a kinder place,
If only we give more than we take.
How our hearts would be filled with less troubles,
If only we realize there are more lonely bubbles.
For desires we cannot comprehend,
For trophies we cannot grasp,
We fight like a million stars striving to outshine each other.
At the end of eternity, the once glittered sky
is reduced to nothing
But sad glimmers of Stardust;
Shadows of what we were meant to be.
I still believe in positivity.
If we choose to look at the down side of things all the time,
who else can we blame for our unhappiness?
Lines are more predictable.
Like linear people.
A very wise and musical teacher once told me:
“Every so often, musicians reach a plateau in our learning. You have to listen widely, expose yourself for more experience, find that Magical Touch.”
5 years on, I’m still searching.