guten abend!

"So how does it feel like living a semi-minimalist (seminimalist?) lifestyle?"

"It's not too bad. I try to do things as minimal as I possibly can."

I.O

places, dreams and adventures

After quite some time promised, Thousand £ Bend with the female Robert Langdon.

-

For once, no dramas nor stories. Just the humble company of a friend, caffeine, and an indie atmosphere.

However, I did bring along a new gift, technically more of unused than 'new', from abroad along with me. An all-in-one/travel moleskin which contains various maps of San Francisco and in it were few doodles already drawn.

After your 'skinny' latte arrived, you spoke of your own little personal project called the 'Lunch Box series'. Which is based on (how original) a tin lunch box you had bought which had stickers on it and the adventures you and 'it' will have. or something like that, sorry.
Coming from someone who studied history and literature, Islamic civilization and looks like a post-grad student; I couldn't tell if you were joking or actually serious.

So I gave you the moleskin,

"Pick a page and write something."

You laughed and actually said you used to this a long time ago back before you actually grew up and that it was childish.
After a while and after I actually said "I got color pencils", you decided to write something in glee but not before drawing a rainbow.

And so you wrote,

"It's okay to look back, it's not going to bite."

with a drawing of a mouth actually biting the word 'bite'. Followed by "I'm just a happy person ok..." and a signature.

a piece which will surprise people because it wasn't drawn by a twelve year old.


I look forward in watching your Lunch Box series turn into a movie, Yon.


I.O

'tears of my lyla'

Perhaps this is my story.

Today, I've made my peace. With? My own impossibility.

-

'Picture-perfect' nights.

I sat there looking at you.

You stood there for hours, staring at the paintings - wearing them down with your eyes.

To me, this gallery was no different than the other ones we've seen and definitely one I wouldn't visit more than once. Nothing fancy - white brick walls with a crack window at the entrance and in it stood an array of painting, sculptures, poetry and photography from a local prodigy.

You name it, the prodigy has probably thought about it. Cubism, Goth, Shakespearean, Arctic-wisdom, Palladionism, Novelistic - every seven degrees of contrast, done. Impressive but not of my liking.

Not to mention, they were insanely pricey. to me atleast.

But it was different for you.

Each one, captivated you as you analyze them - frame by frame. For hours you stood there, talking to yourself as if by talking to the artwork, you were able to understand it. To you, they were all familiar - all of them had the same face.

As I sat there looking at you looking at the picture. I finally understood why.

Each one of it was dedicated for you. Each one of it was inspired by you. Every single one was of you.

You didn't just know this 'prodigy', you're a part of him. with love.


"brilliance" written by I.O & M.

an outlet

one of those cross-continent greetings. a life experience told,

a tale of a friendship, that ended. c'est la vie.

-

We all need an outlet - a person.

A person whom we can let our aggression out, our frustration, sadness, misery, pain, and devastation. Someone who would congratulate us for our success, achievements, and overall happiness. Someone when we talk to, doesn't blank out after every third sentence.

Someone who'd heed our troubles when we weren't asking.

Unfortunately, it can't be any two-bit potato you met on a myspace thread (inside joke) because odds are they won't look twice at you if you cross paths after the first meeting. No! The bond between you and your outlet can't be forged; it is synced from an unforced source. It can be between star-crossed lovers, next-door neighbors, a parent and their child, childhood friends after long unseen. almost anyone.

Perhaps, even between two strangers ordering the same cup of coffee every Saturday morning.

As easily as this bond could be discovered, it is just as fragile for it to be destroyed. Oh. and trust me, it changes you.

Without an outlet, it makes you solid.

For every sentiment of emotion, the only output would be a rigid response. A nervous laughter to an uncanny joke. A forced smile to an otherwise cheerful moment. A stun silence to the embrace of a beloved friend.

Leaving you cold. nothing but cold.

"Today, I have made mistakes. Yes, I've made my mistakes." -Seventh

I need an outlet. seriously.


I.O
inspired by 'Seventh Entry - Days and Nights"

scirocco

"James. Why wouldn't a madmen stare through a window in the morning?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Because he wouldn't have anything to do in the afternoon."

TG

so tonight i'll be your brooklyn

eighty-eight keys. each stroke, each touch is like a masterpiece of grand brilliance.

her seamless motion of elegance and novelized beauty.

"so tonight i'll be your Brooklyn."

-

I hope to see you soon.

whether, it's that quite hum of silent nights or lonely air, it's a welcoming escape.

because the next best thing, other than being part of this game, is to witness its play.

just to see how this all began,
to watch your tear-ridden eyes of joy and laughter,
to hear your brilliance in all its array,

would be enough for his content; so corny and so far away.

so let this be my escape - let it be my fire escape.
because you're not fond of me and I'm not fond of you.

so tonight i'll be your Brooklyn.

Just tell me what you want for me to say.


I.O
M

self-rendition of brooklyn

plea of the fourth

"And hush will I whisper;
in these query winters' night -
in this restless opine blight;

the monarchy returns,
solace is here."

M