Keep your hands on the turntable!
This was a candid shot by just shooting without aiming. Effects are pretty good. Lucky i guess!
A brand new year to begin with. ANy new year resolutions? Perhaps one. Get back to cycling. That would be good. Nice and simple.
My bio clockwork is in the chaotic situtation now. I can fall asleep at 9pm and then be up fresh at 1am. So i'll spend most of the night either tossing around thinking about stuff. Stuff like "How can the insignificant me in this family, in this build, in this neighboorhood, in this country, in this part of the world, in this solar system go on about life aimlessly?"
Yes, it's that so called goal searching thingy again. I don't crave for fame or money. I crave for something something higher on the triangle of needs. But what is it? I don't wish to go part to my apathic way... Imagine me just in bed not giving a damn about the world around me, no drive, nothing. For a whole month. Life was seeping out of my hollow shell. Mom was urging me to go do something. I still laid in bed... Staring at the ceiling. Seconds ticked by...hours... days.... Staring at the ceiling....
Until....
I woke up one day. And here i am. Aimlessly.
A brand new year to begin with. ANy new year resolutions? Perhaps one. Get back to cycling. That would be good. Nice and simple.
My bio clockwork is in the chaotic situtation now. I can fall asleep at 9pm and then be up fresh at 1am. So i'll spend most of the night either tossing around thinking about stuff. Stuff like "How can the insignificant me in this family, in this build, in this neighboorhood, in this country, in this part of the world, in this solar system go on about life aimlessly?"
Yes, it's that so called goal searching thingy again. I don't crave for fame or money. I crave for something something higher on the triangle of needs. But what is it? I don't wish to go part to my apathic way... Imagine me just in bed not giving a damn about the world around me, no drive, nothing. For a whole month. Life was seeping out of my hollow shell. Mom was urging me to go do something. I still laid in bed... Staring at the ceiling. Seconds ticked by...hours... days.... Staring at the ceiling....
Until....
I woke up one day. And here i am. Aimlessly.
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