Random thoughts as I go along

It wasn’t her. It was someone. Anyone. It was not a special occurrence condensed into one moment by the union of the two opposing universes. It was circumstantial. Coincidental. A mere crossing of paths but not the ultimate destination for those two lovers. Lovers, yes. But only for the comfort of affection. No further development of the blossoms on this forever premature tree. Written by Sofia Tartaglia on the 9th of January 2018

Morning glory… The joy of staying out until the end of the night, watching the transition from night to day. Sunset to sunrise, sat around a bonfire containing a whole separate universe within its flames. On the beach around the city’s sewage rivers, on the outskirts of the city’s engulfing bubble and KTV floodlights. It provides the perfect setting for this dystopian tale. Dystopian youth. Not really knowing where we’ve come from or where we’re going, but we know where we belong. Phnom Penh. Cambodia. The kingdom of wonder… Providing us with these background morning glory fields to fill the outskirts of these formulating and developing memories. The unpredictable flames, the untuned guitar and packed conversations… The silenced busy city and the predictable crickets’ song… This is what fills me, this is what completes me. This is what heals me, once and for all. All. And everything. We live and die by the flames. The flames, the stars, between life, b...

There's a certain beauty in simplicity, a beauty that is overlooked and underappreciated for most people believe that for things to be great, they have to be shouted from the highest rooftop for all to see. A public display of anything does not define its worth, nor does its complexity. A moment in time is not deemed less special due to the lack of photos or videos to provide evidence that it did actually happen and that it was in fact special. It's true that times seem more exiting when everything is rushing by in a city that never sleeps, you never feel a dull moment when there's so much to do and so many places to go... So many people to meet... You never stop, you never reflect... There's hardly any time to catch up with your own thoughts. That's why it's important to just slow down, take a breath, internalise, and appreciate where you are in that moment in time. Life is a beautiful thing, a beautifully simple existence. Forget about your work, forg...