image designed by me on canva Before I fell in love with coffee, I had a fondness for tea. My childhood basically resonated around tea. Children were not supposed to drink coffee, it was a known rule in

From the darkness of my bones, the earth rises, flowers the blood of the moon into rainfall. The white teeth of sunlight eats the dawn's milky sheen, drinks the sour taste of sleep from my eyes. Like children,

The way I'm going is that it's the end of it. No matter where you say it; even if I'm an nice ”is always good. I know I'm not alone in this. There are plenty of good reasons to stay, let's say, then. I'm

Reverie is marking an impending arrival on NBC in what could be – in the context of its premise – a fortuitous time. That’s because the series centers on the concept of virtual reality, specifically the

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It moves from here to there, looking everywhere, And when it finds a new thing it becomes a dare, That challenges the eye to look again somewhere, To find another thing for future thinking's fare. It's

久居江南，也渐渐嗜素帮面，每每到了难以决定下一顿吃什么的时候，总故作谦虚地说："我来碗面就好。"殊不知，大多江南人吃面，并非真心只吃那朴素的一碗面，其实是贪恋面上的浇头。所以最后到了面馆，只见那一桌子的小盘小碗的浇头，焖肉、炒肉、肉丝、爆鱼、块鱼、爆鳝、鳝糊、虾仁、三虾、卤鸭、腰花、三鲜等，簇拥着清汤寡水的一碗面，醉翁之意不在酒。

久居江南，也渐渐嗜素帮面，每每到了难以决定下一顿吃什么的时候，总故作谦虚地说："我来碗面就好。"殊不知，大多江南人吃面，并非真心只吃那朴素的一碗面，其实是贪恋面上的浇头。所以最后到了面馆，只见那一桌子的小盘小碗的浇头，焖肉、炒肉、肉丝、爆鱼、块鱼、爆鳝、鳝糊、虾仁、三虾、卤鸭、腰花、三鲜等，簇拥着清汤寡水的一碗面，醉翁之意不在酒。

Where have all the hours gone? How quickly passed away! It seems but moments since the dawn, Now darkness ends the day… How clear the early memories of morning! How fresh the scenes of sunrise in my mind.

Such a short and simple word but such a sublime meaning, it's one of my favourites. It perfectly encapsulates those moments when you're lost deep in thought, lost in a sweet daydream. Accidental escapism

Where have all the hours gone? How quickly passed away! It seems but moments since the dawn, Now darkness ends the day… How clear the early memories of morning! How fresh the scenes of sunrise in my mind.

Peeling the air For cup inclined consumption In the wind With a silent cubed luncheon Full of fantasy Walking on a thread Of transparency Within airy bread Dissolved by heat Wisps of waves Black curtains