Somewhere in between the concrete jungle, a lot of piglet cats and some sun-tanned human enjoyed a quiet Sunday. Crafting thoughts, pretending to get lost in common places, drawing emotion into the blankness, connecting the dots and trying to make some senses. I didn't manage to make sense out of something but I have found comfort.

March 2013. It's never too late to drop me a birthday wish. The whole month is my celebration. And I promise to reply more than one or two words! Cheers!