points of differences

What are the points of differences between James Joyce’s interior monologue,Virginia Woolf’s stream of consciousness and John Ashbery’s meandering (the experience of experience) ?

What happens to attachments when you go away? The unpredictable bounces of electrons or how the breeze ruffles your dreams or you wonder sometimes what is inside your omelet.

There are episodes that return when I walk to the river, new encounters that stay like the ornamental stains on colored t-shirts. But what do I know, a lone stone gathering time.

small living

Living in a 900 square feet condo means everything is small space.We have a backyard, enough to have an umbrella with 2 chairs, a palm tree growing in a barrel, a newly planted bougainvillea, a richly flowering gardenia, a prolific growing bird of paradise, a potted small pink rose, vase growing hibiscus and a rose tree and an air conditioner.



Outside the front door is a rose tree surrounded by vinca flowers on a large vase and another palm tree planted on the ground.




Once a week I cut and put a gardenia on a bowl of water on the dining table.


Psychologists say that flowers, plants and outdoors and fresh air bring a gaiety mood.

Small space means no clutter. That’s not true. But certainly it is small place to clean. Is that a good trade off?

the secret that we are afraid to grasp


“The truth — that love is the ultimate and the highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: The salvation of man is through love and in love. I understood how a man who has nothing left in this world still may know bliss, be it only for a brief moment, in the contemplation of his beloved. In a position of utter desolation, when man cannot express himself in positive action, when his only achievement may consist in enduring his sufferings in the right way — an honorable way — in such a position man can, through loving contemplation of the image he carries of his beloved, achieve fulfillment. For the first time in my life I was able to understand the meaning of the words, “‘The angels are lost in perpetual contemplation of an infinite glory’.”

-Viktor E. Frankl, Man’s Search for Meaning