beautiful

Hours passed there, hours breathing together with a single heartbeat, hours in which K. constantly felt he was lost or had wandered farther into foreign lands than any human being before him, so foreign that even the air hadn't a single component of the air in his homeland and where one would inevitably suffocate from the foreignness but where the meaningless enticements were such that one had no alternative but to go on and get even more lost.

Franz Kafka, The Castle

there is a light

photos from the smiths night, the pleasure and privilege is mine...

if you want more

i know there are lot of pics i didn't upload, but at least i uploaded these bozcaada pics, reminding me of the good times. missing you girls.

new bands i discovered

i was away for a while thanks to time warner cable, but i was busy checking out these new bands. their reviews are coming soon..
p.s. click on the images to see their album covers in full-size.