I am lying on one side of the hill I call my garden. Lying down, it looks like a jungle. I am surrounded by the grass that I came out here to cut. For some reason, I just can't bring myself to cutting it. Something so vivacious, which grows so vigorously. Who am I to level it? And yet again, I know I will have to do it. Eventually. Otherwise, the neighborhood will probably have us evicted.

The only thing that is visible from here, except the waist-high grass, is our neighbors' house. It's a big, bright structure, surrounded by a real garden. But for the last couple of weeks, it's been looking sad. Lifeless. The inhabitants are away on vacation, and the house stands empty. In some strange way, it is akin to the body of someone who has died. It is so visibly just a shell. A box. A sunshine-colored vessel, whose passengers have all disembarked. And that is profoundly sad.

But they'll be back. I will mutilate my grass. And all will be well.

Moblogging.

Talk about opening up.

There is something so beautiful, and melancholic, about this endless sea of mundane, bare, and blurry windows into people's lives. It's just so overwhelmingly human. Real.

For some reason, I stopped mainly on the pages with young kids in them. I couldn't help thinking what life will look like when they grow up.

Imagine.

Thunder and lighting!

Yippeeeeeeee!

I watched Brazil on the flight home last night.

I haven't seen it in a while, but I had taken it with me, and since I couldn't sleep, I decided to watch it.

Of course, it is the best film ever made. And it does manage to get me, every time I see it. But this time, there was something more to it.

Throughout the film, there are posters and billboards with various slogans and phrases. I used to find them funny. Some of them still make me smile, like "Consumers for Christ".

This time, however, many of them hit too close to home for comfort:

"The Truth Shall Make You Free"
"Information Is The Key To Prosperity"
"Help The Ministry Of Information Help You"
"Be Safe: Be Suspicious"
"Loose Talk Is Noose Talk"
"Trust in haste, Regret at leisure"
"Suspicion Breeds Confidence"
"Mellowfields. Top Security Holiday Camps. Luxury without fear. Fun without suspicion. Relax in a panic free atmosphere."
"Don't suspect a friend, report him"
"Who can you trust?"

In some sick way, they have all become very real in a very short time.

Chilling...

Two down – one to go.

It is taking me three flights today, just to reach the shores of the US.

Tomorrow will probably give new meaning to the word 'jet-lag'.