I might've brought up Tsamchö before, and I wanted to share a little something about him – he's got this knack for analyzing and questioning everything.Now, he's pretty good at keeping that under wraps. Folks who only know him a bit tend to call him quiet and thoughtful; he gives off this air of wisdom.Once, … Continue reading No Wiseman
Does it dance among the walls and corridors, making a symphony of sounds?Is it the old chap in the boulevard asking for some food?Ah, the madman, sharing his thoughts on life's quirks, like shouting at the wind.Does it maybe provoke strong objections from the lips of young ones who struggle with the truth?Or could it … Continue reading Whims of Existence
In the dead of night, the eerie hush that suddenly descends upon the canine chorus is an intriguing spectacle. This isn't brought about by a loud or imposing presence, but rather by something subtle, like a faint whisper in a dream. It's as if a gentle ghost fixes its gaze on your soul. This peculiar … Continue reading Nocturnal Whispers Unleashed
In the twilight's somber embrace, as the melancholic shadows danced upon the canvas of my garden, a singular event occurred that ignited the dormant embers of my heart—none other than the appearance of a crow. Ah, dear reader, permit me to recount this most extraordinary occurrence with the wit and charm befitting the finest tales … Continue reading It’s that bleeding crow again…
A Fool's Handbook 