A bubble from the depths of a lifeless pond rises aimlessly toward the surface, but rises nonetheless. As it breaks through the glass-like plane, it sits awhile as if breathing in the warm sunlight. But inevitably, a whiff of wind breaches the bubble's gleaming yet restless facade and pops it open, sending out ripples that upset the farce of deadness, which was never inherent of the pond.
Wednesday, April 20, 2011
Strasbourg
On the trams of Strasbourg, the announcement on upcoming stops come in children's voices. Funny, charming and cute.
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