So, there you were — so knee deep in my thoughts, yet today, you are not even a passing thought (except for this moment).

Strange thing that.

1ove, time.

If one is able to feel blue, is it also possible to feel other colours (outside of those in a gray-scale)?

1ove, green.

Love is everywhere, word is bond.

1ove, connects.

I am heading to Cape Town for a debauchery of a decadent little short trip — chances are I won't be able to post anything till Monday.

Till then — enjoy your weekend, be blessed and get blessed.

1ove, nomad.

I have a problem with how ethnicity is decided — how is that only reliant on the father? 

If we trace the father's father I am pretty sure we will reach a point of contradiction.

1ove, lineage.

for as far back as I have run this site (with the inspiration of the muse), I have never put a photograph of her on the site.

This is her — she is, sadly, no longer my muse, but a muse she still is.

 1ove, inspires.

I could never understand why we didn't evolve to be able to source out food from air (or light) — getting and being hungry is very unproductive.

1ove, dec19th.

We are all strangers to each other and to ourselves.  Between moments we discover new disturbing or interesting things about who we are.

1ove, discovers.

How are you?  I am fine.

1ove, primary.

1ove, dec19th. 

and Angel* is dying - right now I'm trying to revive her. If she fails to wake up, we will need 17 grand to acquire another laptop.

She (the new laptop) will be called, Gabriel.

1ove, dec19th.

I think I slept at 3 or 4 am — only to wake up at 7.30am.

1ove, dec19th.

I don't really know what I am doing —

1ove, lost.

I wrote something earlier and my network connection died midway — I am too lazy to repeat it.

Alas, I am in a state of conflict, again:

I have a thought/feeling that says to me that I have spent most of my time wasting what I am capable of (ala: potential).

1ove, searches.

…  nil sine labore.

1ove, heals.

I nearly missed to post today - I am happy I made it back home. :-)

*photograph by Precious Kofi

1ove, routine.

I think I am hungover.

1ove, sans frontier.

 1ove, ides.

… (insert mood)

1ove, empty.

… let it flow, let it flow, let it flow." — Toni Braxton.

1ove, states.

I am not happy that I missed to post yesterday, but alas, I spent the day in the company of friends.

1ove, celebrated.

… not even the stroke of a flipped coin is on my side.

1ove, chance.

 … I got nothing to say today.

… my lower back is killing me.  This is the worst it has been,  I doubt it will ever recover.  I think its time to start yoga.

1ove, strains.

… that Heroes soundtrack is something beautiful.  I've dusted off Volume 5.  Now we wait for Volume Six.

1ove, fiction.

I woke up today thinking its a sunday — expecting moms to be going ot church.  But, its Monday.

Which is okay, because I have decided to make Monday another day of a weekend.  I think I hanging.

1ove, sundae.

I did not do much design yesterday - power kept trippin', so we decided to go hang out for a bit with friends.

1ove, escapes.

I am hoping to get some design work done today — I think the fire that burns this creativity is strong — I've been inspired.

1ove, design.

… that is exactly where my mind is at.  I could not find a suitable photograph, but this here makes almost happy.

1ove, unrequited.