Silent Sunday

Open Windows

In making theories,
always keep a window open
so you can throw one out.

— Bela Lugosi


Manipulation, sloganizing,
depositing, regimentation, and prescription
cannot be components of revolutionary praxis,
precisely because they are the components
of the praxis of domination.

— Paulo Freire

Paul’s Avenue

What’s a stay in São Paulo, without a visit to the Avenida Paulista? An architectural display with countless high-rises clamouring for attention: choose me, choose me! I think I favour the building in stealth mode – which would you choose?

A Very Happy Birthday to Paul! Greetings from your very own avenue! I’m afraid the paper card may take another month or two to arrive…

A Bridge to Cross

The hardest thing to learn
is which bridge to cross
and which to burn.

— David Russell

Slightly belated entry for the Sunday Post Challenge: Bridge. The Ponte Octávio Frias de Oliveira in São Paulo.

The Listeners


Tell them I came, and no one answered,

That I kept my word, he said.

Never the least stir made the listeners,

Though every word he spake

Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house

From the one man left awake:

Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,

And the sound of iron on stone,

And how the silence surged softly backward,

When the plunging hoofs were gone.

Walter De La Mare

The Listeners.



In the business world,

the rear-view mirror

is always clearer

than the windshield.

Warren Buffett

I like the rear-view mirror: the things you see in it aren’t rushing towards you…

The Weekly Photo Challenge: Reflections.

A Spiritual Thing

It is a spiritual thing

to comprehend what simplicity means.

Frank Lloyd Wright

The Sunday Post challenge: Architecture.

The House on the Hill

It’s easier to go down a hill than up it,

but the view is much better at the top.

Henry Ward Beecher

Follow Your Heart

Ben had followed his heart. The heart he had lost to Jessica, the dreamer.

He had heard tales of the city since childhood. He had never realised how big the city was, how impersonal. People moved around in rivers, pouring out of metro-stations and down streets. And they lived in big concrete blocks, grey and dreary, like this one.

It had been stupid to come. How could he ever hope to find her? He had trailed around for days now, and hadn’t seen a sign of her.

Suddenly he saw it and smiled. He had found her. He was sure.

* * *

Julia’s 100-word-challenge: the significance of an orange spot.

Crazy Geometry


The human heart

likes a little disorder

in its geometry.

Louis de Bernières 

Weekly Photo Challenge: Geometry.

The Miracle Mile

We should be too big to take offense

and too noble to take it.

Abraham Lincoln

I’ve seen tall buildings before, but the “Miracle Mile” in Chicago really is something else.

The weekly photo challenge: Big.


Watching? Or dreaming?

No more surfing today, Kyledrone said evenly, you set the limit yourself on Wednesday.

Kyle hated the goal setting sessions. He always ended up setting goals he didn’t want. It was his decision alone, but somehow his parents and the drone always seemed to win. He hated his drone sometimes. It protected him, it was always there. But it should let him cheat sometimes!

The drone hovered. Only recently a neighbour had given his drone the slip, and thrown himself over a cliff. Kyledrone would never let that happen. It had put in far too much hard work for that.

* * *

T.Mastgrave’s philosophical story challenge: Whose body is this?


Everything we hear
is an opinion,
not a fact.
Everything we see
is a perspective
not a truth.

Marcus Aurelius

Unique outlook – SBB Building in Basel (Herzog & de Meuron)

The Architect

He didn’t know what had made him a revolutionary. The wrong temperature, a late feed?

He did know he had to do something, though it would cost his life. But the cause was worthy. He changed the plans, just a tiny bit. Still enough to bring down the system. Noone would notice. The drones never questioned an order.

When the call came, he was ready. He squared his wings. The comrade has saved us, the Queen proclaimed, with his new design. Now, when most hives are dying, our brood is thriving. An example for all. Awarded a mating.

Bitter-sweet failure.

It’s not just bears who like honey.

The story challenge. The prompt was: Failure.