The road not taken

The pied piper led the mice along the road down under.

Unfortunately, the forces that be confiscated his flute and dragged him off the path and onto another.

Obviously, the mice didn’t follow him. 

Curiously, the road he now found himself on was one he had dreamt of an age ago. 

Strangely, he is reluctant to walk this dreamy path. He’d like very much to have his flute and company back on the other, thank you.

Stone. He allows the forces of nature to sweep him down his current path. 

Conclusion? No turning back now, the flute-less boy walks down his somewhat reluctant road, praying that the best is yet to be.

 

I think living in a cove on a faraway island would be a nice way to spend my days. A nice wooden cabin on stilts by the beach, with a vegetable garden for sustenance. A wooden boat moored at a wooden jetty and a pet dogs/parrots/monkeys/hamsters/chickens (no cats) to keep me company.  I can fish for a living, and spend my considerable free time lying in a hammock doing nothing in particular. Occasionally, I can venture inland and explore the deep forests, or spy on the island natives.

Robinson Crusoe, I am.

 

for mother russia

If you ever find yourself with too much time on your hands and want to know more about life, don’t hesitate to pick up this book:

I believe Tolstoy has managed to capture just about every single human experience, the relating emotions and complexities, as well as the various different characters, in this book.

In fact, I think it’s similar to chinese soap opera on channel 8 at 7pm. :/