Yes, sometimes I forget about the crowd, and observe myself as if I were the only person in the entire world pausing often at the arm, watching the sunlight change its shapes as if all the bodies I have ever encountered are mere just mist, that the faces I remember are nothing but holes in light, that the photographs I have are of another world. On nights I miss home, I dream of deformed roses. This was first published in Kindle Magazine. Where I write a monthly column on city, memory, etc.

The X will still be here. This is just the Y. So go read, Please.

Another Year Draws To A Close. 2012 is on its way out. I travelled abroad for the first time, and spent a month in the United States. Happiness, but above all, peace. I leave you with some lines by Robert Frost. My Monday morning, .

Go to Page 16 to see my illustration. DTE 16-31 May COVER! My 2nd cover for Down To Earth. Again, thank you Surya Sen. Though it is something I love working on. Done for the Air Pollution Control unit, Centre for Science and Environment. These initially were posters which later on became Standee. SO NOW I GIVE TO YOU.

Wie gut, dass ich als schnuffliger kleiner Kater keine Verpflichtungen habe. Essen, trinken, im Klo nach Erdöl graben, still und heimlich fies rumpupsen und Frauchen am Tisch belagern, Perlen runterschmeissen, an Fäden ziehen und klammheimlich die Garnrolle vom Tisch kicken. Mit dem Hintern vor Frauchens Gesicht rumtanzen, Hardcoreschmusen und danach erschöpft unter der Tageslichtlampe, direkt am Läppilüfter komaschlafen. Diesen Post per E-Mail versenden.