Back at it

School may swarm you but you must keep going against the odds. I must. It’s destiny. Keep on with the push no matter the struggle.

Back at it

School may swarm you but you must keep going against the odds. I must. It’s destiny. Keep on with the push no matter the struggle.

Back at it

School may swarm you but you must keep going against the odds. I must. It’s destiny. Keep on with the push no matter the struggle.

Sleep on bus

When you’re trying your hardest to remain awake when on bus and your eyes keep closing and then you are in the first layer of sleep. Your mind pulls to the weirdest parts, as the outside world still contributes to the craziness within, do you still sleep?

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.

Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Birds of passage

In the effort to fly the little. Bird flys from pillar to pillar trying to complete his journey, only thing is he eventually gets lost and makes a nest. He hides his home up above and raises a family. Perhaps the next generation can make it through the passage.

Hush

The quiet needs to be silenced, drowned with the noise. That’s it go with the flow let the noise wash over. Time goes slower and we breath the ecstatic air.

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