Conversation Brews: Art Meets Philosophy
The window is splattered with paint, yellow, blue and green. I stare at it intently trying to figure out what the artist really…
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September 6, 2014
The window is splattered with paint, yellow, blue and green. I stare at it intently trying to figure out what the artist really…
To ink a muse is in itself a muse. And as I write this piece, I gaze at street bustling with lovers, lost…
It is good that you were stopped while you were a work in progress. Like all things of beauty that rouse and stir…
I met a girl at my office just two days after I got dumped. She was like super pretty and I immediately got…
I can see them in darkness and daylight staring into me shining brightly with such magnificence Those twinkling eyes: is it the the…