I know of a beautiful untold love story, one you cannot watch in a movie, read off dusty book pages or even hear in poetry.

This story is too mushy to be published on a technical blog, this is why i am sharing it as a guest post on KnoozRoom.
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I held a real picture between my fingertips, one that traveled many miles and brought many faces and places near, it felt a bit like magic… i couldn’t help but dread all those facebook pictures for so many reason…for example:

I love roads
Roads take us away or bring us back
the longer the road the stronger is the yearning
the longer the road the more liberating is the get away

adventure, surprises, discovery
Roads take us anywhere

but we hate roads now
we are too lazy to take them
or in too much hurry to enjoy them
we’ve built too many highways
and too many fast cars

our roads didn’t used to be like that
they didn’t cut through the land and injure it
a road moved with the land, it rose, it fell, it curved.

People didn’t drive on a road to make great time.
They drove on it to have a great time.

Please remember, Roads are for life

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Building sand castles

the feeling of getting sucked under
what did you feel?
when you were sucked
under a strong wave.
maybe its the closet
feeling to the moment
just before death.

absolute
lack of control

panic

and then…
suddenly you let go
and trust that this force
more powerful will eventually
bring you to the surface

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” I like the idea of making something from nothing.”

” To make art only by walking, or leaving ephemeral traces here and there, is my freedom. I can make art in a very simple way but on a huge scale in terms of miles and space ”

” To walk across a country from coast to coast, for example, is both a measure of the land itself – its size, shape and terrain – and also of myself, how long it takes me and not somebody else.”

I should really be working – really – or at least i should be finishing that research on industrial viruses – but all i seem able to do is gaze at the glass ceiling – i find the metal structure holding it together really interesting.

I  can make out the shape of crossed square, lozenges, parallel lines, big Vs, M and W letters – it really depends on how you look at it…

i can also see a nice part of the mall by looking at its reflection in the glass and i can use those metal bars to measure how the mall is divided inside.
The glass seem to have this “steam” – resulting from the difference of heat between inside and outside. Humans are really a source of energy.

i am also trying to decide if the carved drawing in wall add to the spirit of the place or if it just an attempt at luxury/art and just makes of the building a “bastard with a tail” (you need to read the fountain head by ayn rand to understand this example)

as i sink more into that comfy sofa with laptop , i wish i could really put my feet up that table like i’d do at home.
but well – i am sure the people facing me at roadster won’t appreciate the view.

the sound of the small water pool is peaceful – but as it is getting more crowded, there is that constant monotone humming sound usually present in malls, the humming is starting to take over the water sound .
That humming is the sound of people walking, eating, talking, laughing and the sound of the machines , stairs, plates, forks, cups, different music from different shops…

i put headset, tune out and go back to watching that ceiling, trying to compare different malls and glass rooftops i’ve seens – after my attempt at understanding architecture – i go back to watching people without an attempt at understanding them.

the shoppers, the waiters, the people cleaning the floor,people in elevator, bored shop keepers,the  security guard, people eating, drinking,studying, working, their body language, the uniqueness of each one of them

i sip my now cold coffee – answer a phone call and go back to watching the humans on mute mode while listening to my music. It is small peaceful moments like this that somehow make the whole freelancing risks and troubles worth.

This is not some deep philosophical point that I am trying to make or explain – the grass is not greener on the other side – wallah ma 3am itfalsaf !

This has been something bugging and bugging me since spring time started and I have been trying not to rant about it on my blog – you know, having a rant-free blog for a change. But well, this is bugging me too much now that i have to spit it out : THE GRASS IS NOT GREENER ON THE OTHER SIDE !

Ok Ok… I already said that , the thing is since we did not have a decent winter in lebanon aka no snow and heavy rains the grass did not “die” and get “born” again in spring. That means when you go around in nature now, you see lot of dead grass around or if it is not dead grass, the green looks “tired” and not as green and as fresh as recently bloomed stuff.