Category: diary

It’s too bad that I wouldn’t know it if I happen to be swimming with sunfish or sea urchin fry.

In search of the Small Light.

Ever so often, the worst and most interesting jobs point to the same job.

I still love tapioca.

Remembering the content of books. Reviving dried mosses.

Dormancy is amazing.

True heroism is often less spectacular than we want it to be.

Applying rules from one book in another book can sometimes take readers to wonderlands.

When Cupid were to cause romance between two squids, more precision in aiming is required.

All three at once.

Is it really impossible to determine whether a liquid in a vodka container is a security threat without having the owner drink the whole thing on the spot?

My cargo bike is my donkey.

Brings me so much happiness.

When a little flying insect gets stuck between my eyes and glasses, we collaborate to make a panic tornado.

Differentiating noise from upstairs and downstairs shouldn’t be so hard.

Lister, I’m with you on your nose blowing method.

Wouldn’t it be nice if kidney beans could grow into kidneys when soaked in water.

If a human body were equipped with a rumination system, we’d have developed a pretty different culinary culture.

Escalators would not turn into slides but ski-lifts may turn into human sifters.

A cat dwelling in a public bathroom brings the experience to a whole new level.

Growing avocados. Starting fire.

Belief is all you need.

I have a few things in my pocket that kids would not keep. I have them because these items turned out to be useful a few times in my life. Then it occurred to me that older people keep things that younger people wouldn’t perhaps because they’ve had longer periods to encounter these rare occasions when humble items took center stage.

I’m parfait?

Past is sweeter than I thought.