After Night Falls - IC COMMUNITY

On days such as this, I have great concern for the future. I was witness to the most peculiar exchange in the park today.

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The food and wine festival going on at the Congress Center was entertaining. Can't say I've had some of these combinations. Blueberry basil vinaigrette over fish?

Attempted murder is a failure, I hope everyone is aware enough that they will go to jail because they have failed and are generally not thought out enough to clean up.

Everyone is talking about the weather. It's safe, easier than talking about politics or sex or the mumble and thrum of this city, the people lining the streets and sleeping on doorsteps. I spend more time now walking at night, not just to avoid the tourists but to try and catch a glimpse of what Prague is. When you strip away street lights and sidewalks, what remains in a city? Do places have character? Are there moments in a place's history so strong that they can scar the very earth?

Someday I will shape this entire city in glass. But first I need to understand it.

A beautiful day here in the city, but truly, isn't every day here absolutely beautiful?

Even the days when the wind picks up and lashes against you, there's a passion in that to be admired. The bright days that bathe you in gentle warmth, the cold rain that make the inside so much cosier, the frost of winter that turns the city into another, even more beautiful world...every day here is wonderful.

( [private to Freya] )

It's weird that art auctions, even with intense bidding, are the most relaxing workdays I have.

I mean, it beats crawling/swimming through flooded cave systems, searching for pirate booty.

Here I thought Paris was a crazy city. Europe continues to one up itself.
Pretty, but insane.

Why is it that Winter feeling like years and summer feels like days? Can we have summer back? Spring, even?