On The Way To Work I Passed A Dump

While heading for a meeting with some builders, I got lost and ended up in a field of trash with smoke rising and a bird perched on discarded metal to complete the look. There was also an old woman, and a young boy rummaging through the garbage.

One man’s trash is another man’s treasure.

End Of The Line

The end always creeps in quietly. It tiptoes closely until you realize things are over. I’ve learned to spot the beginning of the end, but I’ve never decided to stop it.

And so another one ends with another promise of friendship.

Invisible Walls

A kid just walked into the glass wall leading to the terrace. Poor boy. That’s always a painful. You see some place you like, want to move closer, but walk into a wall instead – a wall of hurt.