Of all the things to do, from catching up on my work load to cleaning my bedroom-slash-office, I write a blog post. Better that than worry about my sell-out job and putting food on the table, I always say.
Since I’m an indoor soul, I ponder what the outside world looks like nowadays. Is the sun still shining? I can’t tell from these thick curtains. Are the flowers still in full bloom? Well, more about that later. Who cares about such petty things when I have Internet connection. Right?
I’m kidding. I do care if the roses are still being roses, wonder if the air still tastes like the sea. But I’m stuck here in this not-so-little bedroom-slash-office, trying to maintain a blog, staring at this screen, typing away, and stealing glances at a sweet little bunch of red and yellow plant genitals that my lover got as trophies from winning a war against a bush in the garden. He is so sweet.