Reflections on Living Small
If there is a more romantic sound in the world, I have yet to discover it. How does one sound embody hope, yearning and melancholy, all in one long mournful whistle?
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Reflections on Living Small
If there is a more romantic sound in the world, I have yet to discover it. How does one sound embody hope, yearning and melancholy, all in one long mournful whistle?
Seriously, I’ve had this plastic soap container forever. It’s purple, it's tacky, and it’s ugly.
The place is hopping with hippies cruising their Mac books and the cappuccino is divine.
It seems the height of irony that we have bought so much all so we can live so small.