Whistling for Moonbeams

Endearments, Endings, Ennui, Entropy.

This rain, that sky. The weather reports have unanimously decided that the best place to be, right now, is indoors. The pots on the wall are...

As protest to the so-called Cybercrime Prevention Law, this blog is temporarily closing down.

One of the worst places to be in is between laughter and tears. There is that series of seconds tracing indecision that is almost painful es...

This morning, I watched the sky turn from black, to indigo, to sienna-tinged, to powder-blue. Along the lines, I remember thinking it was a ...

Peace comes settling, at last. Evening bears no more threats; there are less shadows when the sun rises. The doubtful mind, programmed from ...

Movement requires action. A verb is a tiresome word. But the mind dictates the body, and the mind is a merciless master. Often, I am drawn t...

Wong Kar Wai, 2000 David Fincher, 2011 Darren Aronofsky, 2006

Few movies have touched me the way this one has. And after having seen it again, now that what I consider the most difficult parts of my l...

Oh, my gosh, this is just so lovely. The perfect strains to my sashay with the sunrise.

There might you see one sigh, another rage, And some, their violent passions to assuage, Compile sharp satires; but, alas, too late,...

Only the chilliest nights can make me bundle up. I rarely ever layer clothing, too lazy to slip on cardigans or jackets, even in the office ...

And the moments fall like rain, hungry for pavements to land on, longing for surfaces to find shape in. Most of the time, the dream never ma...

Richard Attenborough, 1992

Girl friends--

...it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; -"Sonnet 116", William Shakespeare Once upon a s...

Unfortunately, it was already 3 a.m. when I woke up, and there was the whole business of whipping up breakfast to take care of, and the irre...

Yann Samuell, 2003

In four days, I was able to finish three articles. The first one was a writing assignment so unceremoniously dumped on to my lap and for w...

"Dearest, I feel certain, that I'm going mad again. I think we can't go through another of these terrible times and I shan...

Not the attendance of stones, nor the applauding wind, shall let you know you have arrived, nor the sea that celebrates only departures, nor...

and nodding by the lamp, I will take down a book from my shelf and apologize to Yeats for putting his work in vain, and pour myself a cup of...

Yes, I violated the dress code and got away with it.  So I'm staying in and taking it easy. Been stretched enough this week so I...

"I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my lids and all is born again. (I think I made you up inside my head.) The star...

My glass of water refracts the morning. -Sylvia Plath

Thelma and Louise Ridley Scott, 1991 Norwegian Wood Tran Anh Hung, 2010

-Sylvia Plath I know the bottom, she says. I know it with my great tap root; It is what you fear. I do not fear it: I have been there. Is...

                                            -mine, I call it, because these day-hammered fields of dazzled horizontals undulate, summers, ...

I blame the incredible heat and the sheer blueness of the pool's tiles. Yes, I had no extra clothes and had absolutely zero plans ...

To the depths, and back again. And after having gone through so many similar travels, I realize that there's really nothing sublime, or ...

I thought it was a scarf. Turns out it isn't.

*All snippets and photos are from the article written by Christopher Jobson,   Creator and curator of Colossal , an art and design blog. Go...

The glare. Of the sun. via Instagram

Awake by the wee hours. Crisped some corned beef. Toyed with the rice on my plate. Posted on instagram . Put Bon Iver on the player. Tweete...

The kind of lazy that won't get out of bed. The kind of lazy that won't lift a finger. The kind of lazy that lets the dust settle...

un-finish the to-dos so you can grab a wink before the day is done because another one waits in the outskirts of your week but take care not...

87 years ago, The Great Gatsby was published. . "With every word she was drawing further and further into herself, so he gave...

In spite of myself, I found my fingers leafing through my CDs and going for my copy of The Madz's "Acclamation", that well-l...

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A couple of weeks ago, my dad posted this on his Facebook: The Son Also Rises (With apologies to Hemingway) After waking up in the m...

The strength of my father tears down walls. It builds bridges. It resurrects dead faiths, rekindles dying fires. The strength of my father s...

Cheeks as red as tomatoes. Sunburn after an hour outdoors. Ants marching in organized multitudes toward unattended food. Then a cold comes a...

"For suffering, it seems, is infinite, and our capacity without limit." -C.S. Lewis, Til We Have Faces: A Myth Retold

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"I think you can tell, when you meet someone, whether they read novels. There's some hollowness if they don't." - Philip ...

"So cry all you want. I won't tell anybody." -David Foster Wallace, Oblivion

But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think...The truth is you've already heard this. That this is what i...

1. And my breath catches at the discovery that you still haunt these roads, and those. 2. But I curb the vagaries of thought and feeling; t...