Archives for August 2015

That warm summer day, I was sitting on the harbour wall, reading a book, toes touching the water, when the octopus tickled my big toe.

Did it happen? Yes, it really did.

Was it a good book? Yes. And I remember it better than any other.

Today there may be a moment like that, wherever you are. It can happen in the city, the mountains, the desert or at the cafeteria in an industrial park.

Of course, it doesn’t have to be an octopus.

From the dairy to your table.

The idea of freshness and immediate connection.

We want things to be real, sometimes.

We really want the real you.

It’s truly a pleasure… a privilege.

Don’t change a thing.

Better to change the ring size than the finger.

Do you like what you see?

How’s the music?

A little warmer? Cooler?

Shall we change the cushions?

Breakfast is served between seven and eleven. Lunch between twelve and two.

And if you are very good, you can invite someone to dine with you.

Press 5 on the phone for happiness.

Checkout whenever you like.

Ripe cherries and blueberries.

Hot bananas and chocolate chairs.

Beware of the bears.

Run with the bulls.

Do not say too much with your mouth full!

It’ll be just right on the night.

When she danced, she smiled.

The band played louder.

When he ran, he raced and won, along with all the others.

The lake’s reflection warmed the trees and houses.

The beds were made, the shoes had laces.

All all the way to work, you smile at hidden faces happy to see you.