Monday, September 23, 2013

A cry

A hopeless grasp for something that has just flashed past. In a vain hope that your thought can reach it, catch it and return back. Still a fraction of second to the moment the brain accepts the inevitable …

Sunday, September 15, 2013

In the Chinatown

Not much like to the chinatowns you know? Well, that's what they call it here in Tartu.