(Trying to feel out whether or not I should make banners for my multi-part stories, what do you guys think?)
Jamie felt his lips part as he tried to articulate what he was thinking. Left in a state of half-stunned silence, Jamie was deadly still, palms pressed flat against the table. “You can’t be serious.”
Arthur remained silent, his gaze downcast, examining the grooves in the stones comprising the floor.
Rhaegar sighed. “She committed treason. She abandoned her king, and the father of her child and she rides for the North. You think this will not spark another war? The peace we’ve made is tenuous as it is.” He reasoned as if explaining the thought behind the atrocity that’d just left his lips made it any less ghastly.
Bo Kaap is situated on the slopes of Signal Hill in Cape Town. The neighbourhood is made up of many different cultures, but is best known for its colourful houses. The area has become highly sought after for property investors.
“Quentin Fields was a basketball player. He was also a son, a brother, somebody’s teammate, somebody’s friend. I didn’t know Quentin Fields, and I guess now I never will. Did you ever wonder what it would be like if you weren’t you anymore? If you were suddenly gone, how would your world react? Whatever you imagined is wrong. There’s nothing romantic about death. Grief is like the ocean. It’s deep and dark and bigger than all of us. And pain is like a thief in the night.”
ehy archy! could you explain something about Rem Koolhaas' Maison à Bordeaux?
The Maison à Bordeaux by OMA is a private residence of three floors on a cape-like hill overlooking Bordeaux. The lower level is a series of caverns carved out from the hill, designed for the most intimate life of the family; the ground floor on garden level is a glass room – half inside, half outside – for living; and the upper floor is divided into a children’s and a parents’ area. The heart of the house is a 3x3.5m elevator platform that moves freely between the three floors, becoming part of the living space or kitchen or transforming itself into an intimate office space, and granting access to books, artwork, and the wine cellar.
When I seek closeness to our Creator, I somehow (always) retreat to nature. Because, nature is not only all that is visible to the eye, but a vision into ones inner being and soul as well, a connection to The Divine we all possess.
Moving on, my favourite place is to retreat to that always guarantees a killer sunset, take a walk on any of the pathways and you’ll be in awe for a really long time. I enjoyed this one with a good friend of mine, Nabilah.
The sun is caped over roaming hills and lost treasures. The morning smells of toasted coconut and dew drops. The heat flushes across your skin and melts into your bones. The music is loud and the lights are glowing and reflecting of the ships on the bay. People are pairing their fruity frozen drinks with conversation about old memories. Children walk with smiles strewn across their faces and with fingers pointing to royal cartoons. I am walking to the beat of crashing waves buzzing dragonfly’s and swaying palms. The world is larger than ever and at my fingertips. I’m walking through cobblestone streets with walls of terra-cotta and deep colored tiles. Images of suns made of glass and mermaids carved from driftwood. I am immersed in Latin culture and taking footsteps made by Spanish conquistadors. I am discovering minerals pressed and arranged into Amber and mahogany shells. It is the dead of night and sand is slathered onto my legs. I am feeling the salted midst of the ocean I am ajar to. The world is kind and robust with gifts.