Heart of the swarm

Mari inquired regarding my status, so here's a brief status update. A colony of Indianmeal Moths decided to descend upon my kitchen like an Egyptian plague. I deployed moderate chemical warfare implements as a counterstrike. Current outlook: all bets are off. My network connection is seemingly possessed, by some vengeful poltergeist of interference (second router - same bullshit, measurements with inssider and other software show no overlaying networks which could cause interference, no network intrusions detected, no weird traffic, yada yada..). Backache, itchy eyelids, red from rubbing with all the allergens floating around. I don't remember when was the last time I read a book. Could've been February. But probably more like sometime last year. At the same time I'm completely bored with everything. Not existentialist ennui, mind you. Plain old, mind numbing stupor. Alcohol helps.So, instead of dragging on this tirade, here's a nice photo I shot a couple years back.

And how is your Summer going?

The nights of wonder

"Encumbered forever by desire and ambition..."

Mise–en–scène

I could use a wall ten timezones thick between me and the rest of reality.

Onwards, sunwards

Lifeblood

The air is crisp. Hawkish. The light molten gold, seeping through the streets, heavy and thick, like molasses. The sky cerulean at the zenith, orange, pink and mother of pearl on the horizon's edge. Looming, almost ethereal scents of melt-water, smoke, burning stubble. I bask in every single second. Absorbing. Inhaling.

Crepuscular

In the evenings, when the heat died down, 

by the dwindling halflight, we'd weave dreams.

Out of youth, wine and summer nights.

Lost in moments