сряда, ноември 07, 2007

November 7, 2007

After his third glass of wine, he realized his hunger and attacked the cheese and veggie tray, ignoring the clamour of the attendees networking around him. Tracey stood at the center of a group of pudgy polo-shirted men with midwestern haircuts, gesturing animatedly with her wineglass. He thought about stopping to hear what nonsense she was spewing but continued back with his treasure through the lobby, up the elevator and to his television lit-room and expertly made bed.

петък, ноември 02, 2007

November 1, 2007

Jerry was on pins and needles all day, waiting to hear back from his doctor and was not in the mood for long heartfelt discussions when he returned home from work that evening. Did you hear, asked his missus, and he groaned no, had about a million phone calls today but not one of them was from Larson. Oh what should we do if it's the wrong answer? Jerry was silent as he took the last longneck from the fridge and thudded onto the couch. He looked at his wife blearily and took a drink of the beer which tasted metallic. This again. We'll do our best and I'll try not to be a burden on you or Lisa for as long as possible. His wife nodded back to him slowly in understanding but he could see that she was also calculating what to do for her own self.

Night at the Hirshhorn, July 2007





четвъртък, март 22, 2007

The Best of Bulgaria

From now until COS I'm going to post the best photos I've taken here, or the ones I like the most. Keeping with the theme of this blog. The theme being silence is usually the best option.



Children rehearsing for the school concert, 5/4/2006