Eating food that tastes of disappointment

So I wake up hungry, the previous day my family had bought pastries, with danish cream and then there was the mysterious almond one, having almonds… and I think powder sugar… well have you ever wondered what sadness tastes like? Without the seasoning of salty tears? Well it tastes like a lack of solid flavor, more so it tasted like bread without the proper things to give it the nice tanginess that bread has. So don’t eat the almond pastry.

Today’s song: Oats in the water by Ben Howard.

Translations (The Witcher)

I’m reading the Witcher, written by Andrzej Sapkowski. It’s good, the one thing that bugs me is, is am I actually reading the words of the author, or that of the translator’s Danusia Stok, after a curiosity forming, of wether or not she was polish born, I found myself on a page that says she was born and raised in England.

Are there words in Poland that don’t exist in the English lexicon, (short answer is yes there are phrases that lack sense to the American). And with that is this the same story that was written. My best guess would be a yes, stories were transferred through history verbally with minor tweaks to the understanding so this is probably no different, my only hope is that authorial Intent is still soundly intact.

Air high

I think the most intoxicating thing about Vegas is the mixture of cigarettes, the noise of lose and gain. Lose is far more frequent, depending upon the perspective you use.

A lose for you is a gain for them.

Then there’s the opposite

A gain for you is a loss for them.

But it balances out, play smart and everything stays symmetrical.

A deep breath and you’ve pulled in the high