in the sunset of dissolution, everything is illuminated by the aura of nostalgia, even guillotine.

AT LAST. i can finally bury my head in it.

i first saw it at Times bookstore back in KK almost 2 years ago and was completely entranced by it. Its one of the books that triggered my innate inquisitiveness and sparked fervor on Existentialism. so i guess I'm staying in during the weekend. just me, my books and my cats.

ah, solitude, the sweet absence of faces.

and while i was at Borders, i spotted a man with orange colored shoes.

he looks like he just came out of a childrens story book. so cute, not in a creepy way.