I read the Perfume novel by Patrick Suskind. It tells about a man searching for the best recipe to create a perfume that could spread love.
But that’s not the best perfume for me. It’s the smell of the rain — petrichor — that smells the best. Because it’s natural, and because it’s rare. Not every rain you get to smell a perfume so magical, so earthy. Continue reading
A couple of trees with strong roots, but unfortunately never used for shelters.
It actually reminds me of people who are very smart, creative and brilliant who aren’t used by society because they couldn’t fit.
Amazingly, these trees didn’t collapse when the heavy rain stormed the city several days ago. I guess strong roots expand your life span, somehow.
The instrumental of the day for me — at least for today. This instrumental has a fine harmony, one that can assist me in escaping time and entering an alternate reality — as long as the song is played, of course. Enjoy 🙂
A song by Jimmy Wahlsteen – Roots of Levant (432 Hz)
Is an outlier a thing? Can someone be feeling excluded from his groups?
After reading the book I bought, suddenly I was reminded that we were never created to live fully individually. When our ancestors lived nomadically, they moved from one place to another in groups. I think they very rarely got separated. Before came politics hundreds of thousand years ago, no one had felt as an outlier.
Life changes rapidly, and suddenly people who fight for the truth have somehow become outliers. They somehow perceived as a threat of a nation, if not being regarded with disdain. I don’t want to talk about this in particular right now.
Maybe being different is wrong — it’s better to conform with society. Or maybe being an outlier is something bad; no one should think of it as something special or justifiable. But if you want to be an outlier, don’t do it alone. You’ll never get far by striving to your targets alone; you’ll only reach them faster.
Murmuration: Flock of starlings or an act of murmuring. Even making this post already makes me murmur.
I just know that there’s a thing called Merriam-Webster Unabridged Dictionary thanks to this prompt. And when I search this query on Google, it just shows a handful amount of flock of starlings. Continue reading
If money were no object, this may be the first thing that I would buy. A tree house, in the middle of a forest. Why? Because I want to know what it feels like living among the mother nature itself; along with various animals and plants, unscathed by humans’ hands.
Then what?
Honestly, I don’t know. Theoretically, once a man has already fulfilled one of his desires, he goes on to pursue another. Same goes with me. I want a house that I can use to escape this cruel world for a while. No human interference, just me. Or maybe, with my family once things have been better. Continue reading
When I was 12 years old, I went to a recreation place—Tawangmangu, to be precise—with my parents to spend my holiday there.
The place was very beautiful: foggy but calming, a comfortable cold —not again, I’m afraid—weather and temperature, beautiful sceneries consist of forests, rice fields, and tea plantations. All was perfect. Continue reading
I always thought city’s glitter was a beautiful thing. When I saw them from a balcony in the high buildings, I thought how human could create this amazing beauty.
As of now, well… Continue reading
I remembered that famous manifesto—or essay, call is as you will—made by Mark Zuckerberg. I still think I can’t translate it quite right.
Reading an essay consists of 5,735 words is exhausting me. It requires a lot of energy to read and translate what he really means. It’s like reading a science journal, when you have to dissect every part of the essay then interpret it using your own words.
All right, here are the main points I got from reading his essay: Continue reading
It seems peaceful,
serene,
and calm.
But it also seems,
beautiful,
surreal,
and perilous. Continue reading
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