In the horizon, where we lost track of time...

We ought to post more, to write more. After all, we find some degree of profound joy in writing or scribbling, right?  Well, for whatever it is worth, I am sorry. Je suis désolé. Je sais je peux etre tres paresseux parfois. I am practicing my French, which is still pas tres bien.

Hours come and go, days come and go, weeks come and go, months come and go: at times we do not notice at all. And we do wonder why. The present will tend to kick a person once in a while though--even ones oblivious as we are. Things rush through the mind like a vengeful and unrelenting flood. What can a meager mortal do before such wrath--wrath of one's very own psyche? Dites-moi.... Oh well.

We went to dine in a "floating restaurant", which is an hour and a half away from the city, about two months ago. It was not actually floating, though it was built on the shoreline so there is water below; but they call it as such. The food was okay, though in retrospect, not really worth all the travelling time and the money.

But at least we got to take these photos:

The view makes one go on a ponderous mood. 

P.S. Never-mind the third person plural - first person shifts. We are quite fou like that.