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food, journalwalking on a cloud {one}

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it was very cold that night; almost too cold in fact. lights from a small japanese restaurant would glow. we entered, almost feeling like we had to take our shoes off.

the menu was written in japanese, the matching anecdotes in english. with that jolly tone only japanese natives can master.

it felt like walking on a cloud, with never-ending cups of hot genmaicha tea.


laura. it might just be me, but I find your words beautiful. and very accurate. time and place.

tim. I love the ‘when no one is looking’ part. it’s so true. a couple of weeks ago, I was talking with an almost stranger who was all about technology and making money with blogs. he wouldn’t hear or understand that the main reason I write or photograph is to keep a record of things I love.

lucy. and you do. beautifully.

kyle. that’s quite interesting. in life, it’s not always easy to find people who are dealing with the same issues as you are. and it’s even more difficult to share those issue with the people who surround you because sometimes, it feels nice to forget about everything and just be happy.

jessica. we’re definitely on the same page here. my favourite blogs might not be the most prolific, but they always seem to make me enter in a state of bliss. and thanks for the kind words.

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journalpuzzle {7}

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at times, I have so many things in my head that I feel petrified. unable to see what I want or what I should be doing. but I guess our fears are both boundaries and triggers, so let’s go for the latter.

for some time, I’ve been questioning the essence of blogging. I guess I’m not talking about foodbeam; because, there, it makes sense for me to speak about something I know.
but here, on my petit navire, it’s been feeling awkward. life is not something we can master. so really, is it possible to write about this? and if we do, what’s the point?

and yet, when I read other people’s words, they make me travel, discover unexplored parts of the world or even – and perhaps more importantly – unexplored parts of the mind.

because life may not be our core competency, but it’s something we can share with the people we love and who love us.

and I really hope that wherever you are in the world right now, this little space – pointless or not – does bring you happiness, just like my own life does.

I would very much be interested in what makes you write or read a personal blog?

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