Someone once asked me if the valley was made of Silicon or silicone.
Not really. The valley is made of ideas, ideas that change the world. Change that grows on us.
Sometimes the world wants to look large on a small browser window, then it happily shrinks within mobile applications. Keyboards go virtual. People make friendship with each other without real meetings. People create their versions on different platforms to find like-minded acquaintances. On road one day I find self-driving cars within a few feet. Continue reading “Silicon Valley and Sourdough”
I don’t mourn perfectly. Grief acts like a shock to me, gives me chills, and puts my memory on a wide screen in a lonely theater. Lonely. Lonely, because most of the times, you’re the sole spectator of your own memory, unless you share the screenplay. Continue reading “The Journey”
A lot has happened since my last post. October has gone. Across the road, the area that was a bright orange pumpkin patch is now a green field selling Christmas trees and glittery ornaments. Christmas gifts have replaced Halloween costumes in all nearby stores. The bright Sun which I hated in last ten months is kind of a kinder friend these days. There was rain in California. Finally. There were autumn leaves floating on the puddle of rain water. There were two whales playing close to the shore when we were driving by the ocean. Something so remarkable yet normal. I observed all. I noted down too. But I could not share. Continue reading “Somewhere but here..”
Someday, somewhere, it just happened. The sun escaped to the back side of Ghirardelli square. Those men sang a song while moving the direction of another cable car. At the intersection of Stockton and Sutter, some girls spoke tirelessly about all the deals some brands offered. A lady in a black suit passed by when you were trying to capture the waterfall falling to the ocean. Nobody noticed all that your eyes noticed. Nobody noticed the veil of sadness beyond your thick mascara and your artful persona. Continue reading “It’s okay to not be okay”
Once in a while, when people around me go to exotic locations or restaurants to celebrate holidays, I step into a library. The city library is heaven. I mean, if heaven exists, then it looks like a big library, with old books and well cushioned armchairs.
Once in a while I sit here and write out many things. I call them “word tears” from the eyes of the soul. Drop by drop. Word by word. Those words are solitude lovers, they hardly travel. They are hidden somewhere in a pretty peony printed diary. Continue reading “Library, The Quiet World Of Stories”
“Love art. Of all lies, it is the least untrue.” ― Gustave Flaubert
Continue reading “A piece of art”
On Google she found everything that she wanted to know; every answer, the colors of rainbows, the analysis of her favorite poem, diet plan of Gwyneth Paltrow, the designer of Claire Underwood, recipe of tres leches cake, phone number of her regular pizza place, direction to that ex-boyfriend’s latest house, tips to lose 5 pounds in 5 days.
Continue reading “Googled”
The road to destination is not always a perfect one. We get lost, we turn back, we pick up the wrong map. But the journey is enchanting. Sometimes I want to stop and say, I may not be on the right track, but what a ride! Sometimes that’s what this journey looks like.
Continue reading “5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 5”
The Croods is one of my most favorite films, it is set in the prehistoric era where a man’s position is threatened by the invention of fire. I have noted down several thought-provoking lines from the movie, especially the father-daughter interactions between the protagonist Eep the cave girl and her father Grug, about change, worries, and fear of change. Continue reading “5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 4”
“For whatever we lose (like a you or a me),
It’s always our self we find in the sea.” ― E.E. Cummings
Continue reading “5 Day Black & White Challenge: Day 3”